SILENCE after THUNDER

“I’m sure; what other option is there, really? I wasn’t about to let you die, but my father wasn’t going to back down, this is all I can do.” Asahi murmured softly, purposefully ignoring the obvious option, that he could’ve done nothing at all and left things be. To him that wasn’t an option at all, he could take whatever backlash came from this if it meant Noya wouldn’t be hung in a few hours.

He kept his gaze firmly ahead as they headed down the hall, looking for the hidden door that he’d been told of. He knew it let out outside the castle walls, he just wasn’t entirely sure where, all he knew was that it was unguarded and that’s what they needed.

He finally paused in front of a rather large shield that hung on the wall, fingers carefully working along the edge until he managed to tug it open to reveal the entrance hidden behind it, ushering Noya ahead of him and grabbing a torch before he followed, closing it behind them. He grimaced when he noticed the hand holding it was shaking, the adrenaline starting to wear off the slightest bit as the fear kicked in, but he couldn’t afford to let it overwhelm him now. He glanced behind them, making sure there was enough distance between them and the entrance before he spoke up again.

“We’ll have to get you out of the city, which means dodging patrols but that shouldn’t be too hard, I know most of their routes.” He remarked, keeping his voice low still. “If anything happens you run, okay? Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine, but I’m not going to let you get caught again.”

The traitor remained strangely silent for once, knowing the urgency and peril the pair of them were currently in. He wasn’t so familiar with this area of the castle - he’d never needed to descend to the lower depths, since Asahi had so seldom gone down there himself - so the secret passage was most definitely new to him. What wasn’t new was the prince’s nerves, judging by how the torch was shaking. Carefully, he reached up to try and steady Asahi’s hand, exhausted eyes watching him closely. Maybe he should say something? Tell him to go back while he can? He’d had enough of a head start that he could make his own escape now surely?

But there wasn’t a chance for him to reply, the prince already talking once more as they made their way through the tunnels. That.... didn’t sit well with him. He didn’t want to just let Asahi return to an environment where he knew he would be punished, and all the bravery he knew that he held within him would be crushed. Destroyed and allowed to disappear like dust on the wind. Before they might have allowed him more chance to grow after his ordeal, but pulling a stunt like this? He would never be seen as strong enough to be a good king. Hell, what if his father named another as his heir instead? 

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    They gaped up at him with wide eyes, “What..? I-I would’ve thought you would’ve had a lot of omegas..” Asahi murmured. Nishinoya seemed like the perfect alpha to them, strong, confident and assertive, everything Asahi had wanted to find in themself. The burning hot in their stomach subsided to a simmer, decidedly less nervous and all the more bothered. 

   Asahi nodded, lifting their shirt over their head, before snapping their arms back down to cover the most important bits, feeling their face turn pink again. They slowly worked out of their shell however, reaching forward to pull Noya against them, pressing a shy kiss to the side of their neck as an okay. A soft tug on the other’s shirt was joined by a soft murmur of, “Take your o-off too, I w-want to see you t-too.” 

His flush at the insinuation only deepened at Asahi’s belief, shaking his head a little as he helped remove their shirt, “No, ain’t ever been with another omega.” True, some alphas had tried their luck with him, until they realised their error. But they didn’t need to know that: it would just make them worry needlessly and it was clearly the very wrong time for that. 

He was smiling softly as he watched Asahi try to hide themselves from him, moving forward as he gently pushed their legs apart a little. Noya uttered a soft noise of contentment before leaning back and tugging his shift off, hair going into slight disarray before dumping it unceremoniously on the floor. 

    Asahi relaxed a little with the familiar gesture, leaning into him to mark him back, enjoying the sweet smell of the alpha. (Something like pine and cinnamon?) They made a soft noise, nuzzling into the other’s soft hair, feeling their fingers relax their hold on Noya. They didn’t want that for Noya, that was a lifetime commitment right? (Did Nishinoya even want to claim an omega like them? 

    “W-Well… mating makes it go faster right..?” They ask hesitantly, raising their eyes to meet Noya’s gaze for the first time. “I’m nervous… I h-haven’t done that before.. What if I do something wrong?” Asahi couldn’t stop themself from venting their anxiety, which prevented them from completely giving into their body. But their body lurched and trembled regardless. 

   “I want to mate with y-you still– Just don’t laugh or anything, okay?”

Happily continuing to scent mark Asahi - it seemed to be calming them down at least a little for the time being - he easily made a soft noise in return, trying to keep himself in check until he knew they were sure of what they wanted from him. 

But he couldn’t help the gentle huff, before moving back slightly to meet Asahi’s eyes in turn, offering his usual grin to him, “Why would I laugh at you? It...” a slight flush, “It ain’t like I’ve done it before either, you know?” When everyone expected you to be an omega and you were anything but, they were decidedly less interested, as Noya had found. 

His life was almost flashing before his eyes, on the other side of that door would be his death, he was certain of it. Asahi made a pointed effort not to squeeze Nishinoya’s hand any further for fear of breaking it. Now that really wouldn’t win him any points here. He’d be called a violent, brutish thug and she would hate him. She might do that anyway.

God he was nervous.

“You look..” They had already begun moving before Asahi had the chance to finish, a word breathing out quietly from his lips that was practically inaudible. He looked as breathtaking as always –the elder hadn’t really had a chance to take it in with his own insecurities fighting against him, but now Nishinoya had asked, Asahi could focus on that instead. He much preferred focusing on Noya and how his small frame looked so different in a suit, not a bad different by any standard.

He was snapped back to reality at the sound of a vaguely familiar voice. One to which Asahi offered a polite smile and respectful bow of his head to, letting go of his boyfriend’s hand in order to fold them courteously affront his form as he did. “It’s a pleasure as always, Nishinoya-san. Thank you for having me.”

He could feel how tense he was already, and this was the guy he had gotten used to speaking with. He had a bad feeling about this.

Laughing loudly and brightly - it was clear where Yu got it from now - Matsuta shook his head, smile in place as he addressed the brunet, “Please, you don’t need to be so formal with me Asa-chan, you know that right?” His attention returned however to his son, his smile turning into something a little more muted, but warm all the same, “Come on, your Mum’s waiting in the car.” Noya barely managed to take a breath in to speak before his father gave him a frown, “And don’t start, she’s really excited to meet your boyfriend!” 

A little white lie perhaps, but the giant his son was dating looked ready to faint at any moment. 

   They sat down obediently, pulling their legs onto the bed with them and waiting for the alpha to join him. It took a long few moments for them to think, trying to separate the carnal desires from their more rational thoughts. Asahi looked up to him for the first time in knowing him, reaching out to grab the front of his shirt again. 

   Asahi hid their face in his chest, taking a few deep breaths of his reassuring scent. Slowly, they shook their head, giving a soft sniff. “I’m s-sorry, Noya.. I’m n-not ready to be claimed…” They admitted, feeling their stomach jerk. “I understand if you don’t want to h-help me any more..” Asahi murmured, holding onto him tighter, now terrified that he would take them up on that offer. They didn’t want to be alone, they wanted Noya. This was a big scary experience, and Asahi was scared to death.

Fingers stroking along the back of their neck, he leaned down, carefully scent marking the scared omega, his own scent - like rain after a summer storm - released a little stronger, and he had to hold back the groan he wanted to utter from catching Asahi’s delicious scent again. No, he had to calm down: they didn’t want to be claimed. And who could blame them? The pack was still small and there was bound to be a better, stronger alpha that Asahi would want. Not a runt who was constantly mistaken for an omega. 

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   Asahi trusted him implicitly, though in this moment they weren’t sure if it was trust or instinct speaking for them. They quickly shook their head, “I’m sure… I trust you.” They murmured. Though the feeling rushing to their lower stomach was unfamiliar, it felt like their body knew just what to do. 

  “A-are you going to claim me..?” They asked, fear clearly echoing in their tone. Asahi shivered, feeling the hormones rushing through their veins asking to be claimed, fucked and knotted by the alpha in front of them. Dizziness swept into their system again, reaching out to hold into Nishinoya for balance. “N-Noya hurry… Please..” The fear of being claimed was thrown out the window, now only the urge to be mated standing in it’s place. 

With their confirmation, the small alpha lead the giant omega into the heat room, taking a deep breath to calm his own nerves as he shut the door. Probably not an amazing idea when his senses were bombarded by Asahi’s alluring scent. True, they were going to be mating soon enough, but he didn’t want to rile himself up too much: what if he scared or hurt them while they were at their most vulnerable? 

“Do you want me to? I’ll only do it if you want me to.” Something he meant whole heartedly, reaching his hands out to steady them. While his instinct wanted to claim and dominate Asahi, the last few slivers of his rational mind told him to wait. Knew that maybe they didn’t want that. 

“It’s-” 

He wanted to put all of Noya’s worried to rest, that it was nothing like that at all. That he was just being foolish and, dare he say it, childish perhaps about something that he should have forgotten about a long time ago. Just like she had.

But he was so exhausted. So drained. His words –even that short syllable– dragged monotonously from his lips, another sigh passing through. Why was he even trying with this anymore? He couldn’t do this.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you…” Asahi swallowed thickly, a slight pause between words before he spoke again. “I… I’d really like to see you tomorrow.” He was so unsure, so uncertain, because he was fully cogniscent of the way he had been acting now, despite nothing changing. He knew that he was being an asshole, and he was especially an asshole to Nishinoya, who had done nothing wrong.

Man, he was wasting the cops time on so many levels.

“If you want to, maybe? A… late lunch or something..?”

That would mean going out the house. A thought that caused a frown on his lips, but it was entirely worth it to see Nishinoya again.

Listening to the apology, the frown on Noya’s lips only deepened, certain that Asahi would swiftly backpedal, decide enough was enough with meeting only briefly and always on the officer’s terms, never on the bakers. But again, the brunet surprised him, that cautious request causing him to grip a little tighter to his bed spread. 

“Yeah.... yeah I can do that. Half one maybe? That’s enough time before school finishes-” He stopped abruptly as the house phone began ringing. That was probably the chief, having figured that the now slightly tardy officer was chatting and had lost track of the time and needed a gentle reminder that he was actually meant to be somewhere. 

“Sh-ugar. Look I’ve gotta go. I’ll stop by yours at half one. If you change your mind or you’re just gonna try and let me down gently when you dump me, just don’t answer the door and I’ll get it.” With that, Noya hung up, before hurrying to answer his landline.