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The match is three weeks from now. The U-20 Japan team, led by Itoshi Sae, vs the Blue Lock Eleven. If you win, you can steal the right to represent Japan. And if you lose, Blue Lock will be destroyed.
BLUE LOCK 2nd Season: Blue Lock vs U-20 Japan
05.10.2024
âź tags ; gn + afab!reader, marathon sex, rin pov, creampies, theyre so lovey-dovey, clingy!reader, 18+
âź a/n ; basically rin has the worst cuteness aggression in the world and the most annoying boner about it. ceo of love boners.
The extent of which you effect Rin has bothered him for what's been your entire relationship.
It's always been like that. Worse, you're not ever really trying to do it. You're honest to a fault, clumsy and overly nice with a habit for affection and a soft touch. He's known you for a long time and dated you for about a quarter of that .
But during all of that, you've had this frustratingly profound impact on him in a way he finds stupid. He doesn't get it. He doesn't like it. And he went through several stages of grief trying to figure out what exactly it was about you that made him like that.
After years of uncomfortable pining, Rin had landed on it being his stupid feelings. Before he could admit he liked you. With everything pent up inside of him like that, it was no wonder every little thing you did got on his nerves.
So he thought, anyway - because he did get there eventually. He confessed back eventually. You started dating eventually. In due time it should've gone away. He should've gotten used to your whims, your personality, you in general.
He has yet to do it, though he manages his reactions better now. Is alleviated by temporary shows of affection and dating publicly. It's enough to keep himself under control and not snap on you from what's ultimately his own sick version of cuteness aggression, amplified by ten because Rin has loved you for nearly as long as he known you and only been able to express that for barely any time at all.
The thing is sometimes shit happens. Distance. Mood changes. Sickness. Things happen that make the normal routine of your relationship fall to pieces.
When those things happen, sometimes - you change with them. Your compromise with Rin, perpetually dishonest, is that you can do anything you want but you stop if he ever says no. Sometimes things change and you become cuter, somehow, in some stupid bullshit way that shouldn't effect Rin nearly as much as it does.
The thing is - nothing has particularly happened, just that Rin's brutal training schedule has finally chilled out as he's met his benchmarks for the upcoming season.
For whatever reason this has made you especially affectionate.
So much more than usual. So much more often, and so much bolder about it too. You usually ask Rin beforehand, playfully pouting at his rejections until he inevitably gives in and then still holding back unless he makes the first move to deepen the touch in whatever way.
But lately, you've barely asked at all. Lately, you join him in the kitchen before sunrise and wrap your arms around his torso without a word, rubbing up against him like a cat. Lately, you pause in between conversations to kiss him first and Rin has to pretend not to notice the way you sigh when he kisses you back as if you're never expecting it. Lately, you'll wordlessly play with his hair or draw patterns into his chest or say that you love him extra soft before smiling to yourself like you've figured everything out. And you cling and stick to him all the time and it's soâ
He doesn't know how to deal with it. He's been failing at it persistently. He knows the answer isn't what he's doing or what he wants to do. Another guy would be able to respond to this sudden tenderness appropriately no matter how much Rin abhors the idea of you being with anyone else.
But Rin has never been the most frank person. Doesn't know what else to do with this stupid, overwhelming affection for that wells up inside him a little more each time you do something especially lovely. Doesn't know how to respond to it other than losing his mind
Rin rarely ever knows how to respond to your feelings correctly. No matter how much he loves you or no matter how much easier it's gotten to be upfront - sometimes there's no words that can express the level of it he experiences. Like something inside of him bursts, a supernova - something cataclysmic and devastating.
This is the most intimate thing he can give you.
Having you split open on his cock, half-way between fucked stupid and barely conscious is the best he can do to communicate the words he could never fathom saying: I love you more than anyone else in the world.
It gives the aggression somewhere to go, and Rin is good at using his body. He's made love to you enough times to have muscle memory guide his movements.
He's contented to match your pace most of the time.
But right now, he can't. He's snapped. The well has overflowed so Rin has no choice but take you to drown with him. Fill up your lungs with him at least half as much as his are filled with you.
His head feels devoid as his digs his fingers further into the soft swell of your ass and holds you just barely upright. There's better ways to fuck you, but he likes this - the way you curl up against his chest and whimper over his cock touches a part of him primal. He has no idea how long he's been at this with you.
He's been fucking you for a while but he was between your legs a lot longer than that. The sun was setting by the time he was finished feeling you - from the curve of your shoulder to the bend of your ankles, open mouth kisses and hot licks and deep bites. He moved on to settle between your legs with his mouth until he eventually couldn't take it.
You started fucking downstairs but worked your way up with his cock not leaving you once. You had sex in the stairwell and in (and against) the door of your shared bedroom until Rin got worried about your knees and moved you both to bed.
And he's been holding you like this for that entire duration, his body moving on autopilot with clear devotion on making you cum and cum and cum. His fingers against your clit focused, his hips steady and consistent in jackhammering you even though he's working with nothing fire in his nerves.
You're feeling good, and Rin knows it because you're flooding his cock with your cum. Can feel it drip and pulse with every shallow movement dick, how your walls cling to him like they love him as much as you do. Rin can't keep himself together long enough to voice words of concern.
But you talk enough for the both of you when you get fucked raw like this. Your mouth is messy as your lips smash against his, corners of your eyes wet with tears and lips bitten.
"Rin, Rin, Rin," You moan his name like a chant. It's all he needs to hear. He grips you tighter. Fucks you deeper. Audible thrusts of skin clapping together make the room fill with noise. He hopes your neighbors can hear how good he fucks you but he'd never say this to your face. "Can't stop cumming, can'tâ"
"Don't need to stop," He says because it's all he can say. "Think of me more."
"Always think of you." You admit, watery eyes filled with fucking hearts. "Always. Love you, I love you."
"Gonna cum in you again." Rin says, hot and heavy and weighted. He wonders if you hear the subtext. "I love you,"
Half-way through delirium, you smile. Somehow sobered, you manage a giggle filtered through moan before kissing him. "Me? Yay,"
What's left of his sanity shreds the moment you say it. He holds you up and pounds you without remorse - relishing each time you spill his name out from your lips as he kisses you again and again and again. Unloading his cum inside you for the nth time and hoping it somewhat gets his point across.
That he loves you more than anything, anyone in the world. That he hopes anyone that's seen you laugh like that eats shit and dies. That you're so annoyingly lovely to him he can't focus on anything but you when you're around.
He can feel his cum shoot out inside you thickly despite how many times it's already been. It's almost enough.
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After Sae has endured a long day of press interviews, heâs pent up, tired and just wants to go home. But you dressed up all pretty for him today, and youâre desperate for his attention.
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Sae would call you spoiled, no matter how much you tried to disagree with him. Rolling your eyes at him whenever heâd comment on it, as though youâd just asked him to buy you a new pair of shoes or the cute plushie youâd seen at the store last weekend (there was no point asking when heâd already bought it for you anyway, he thinks) â but Sae thinks youâre spoiled in far more than just wealth.Â
Youâre spoiled enough that you get to see every single part of him. Even the sides he tries so hard to conceal and keep from everyone, especially his family. Breaking down the walls to the fortress he built around his heart that he swore was impenetrable until he met you.Â
And perhaps thatâs why he indulges you so much. Allowing you to climb onto his lap after a long, arduous day of press interviews and meetings as you settle on either side of his muscular thighs. Pressing cherry-stained kisses against the corner of his lips as he tries to ignore the incessant throb in his pelvis in favour of you.Â
âYou canât wait until we get home?â He raises a brow, placing his phone face down on the arm of the sofa as he gives you his attention.Â
Heâd just text his driver to bring the car around, hoping to get home as quickly as possible to take this suit off, relieve the aching throb in his bladder from back-to-back interviews and climb into the shower. And perhaps if heâs lucky round off his evening with your pretty lips around his cockâ
âYouâve ignored me all day today.â You accuse, as though itâs his fault heâs neglected you for work, âThere was barely even any reason for me to come.â
âDonât start.â He growls, his Adamâs apple bobs as he feels your lips curl into a sultry grin against his cheek. His rough palms grip your hips as you deliberately grind yourself down on his soft cock as a raspy groan rumbles a the back of his throat, âI told you that you could stay at home, didnât I?âÂ
âItâs like sometimes you donât even want me.â You pout, and Sae has to resist the urge to roll his eyes because it couldnât be further from the truth. Another one of your elaborate fibs that you like to throw at him whenever you want some attention because youâre the only one he will ever want.Â
âDon't give me that shit,â He scoffs, giving your ass a playful spank that causes you to grind yourself down against him, âHow could I ever want anyone else?â
Sae feels his cock buck to life beneath you. The warmth radiating through your panties engulfs him as his head lolls back against the couch, the constant throb from his bladder now replaced with desire as he feels his pelvis pulse when your lips meet his in a sultry kiss.Â
Itâs mind-numbing the way your mouth seems to slot against his so perfectly, tilting your head to the side as you move together languidly. Your tongue strokes against the seam of his lips as they part for entrance and you delve deeper, brushing against his canines before he marches your movements. Stroking his tongue against every single crevice as though heâs trying to consume you whole, pouring every ounce of emotion into the kiss as he purposefully presses you down on his prominent bulge.
There isnât time for this, not when the car is on its way. Wondering whether heâd be able to satiate you enough with his fingers before you both had to go downstairs. Or at the very least alleviate the tension enough to satiate you until you were settled in the back of the car, the blacked out windows offering enough privacy to offer you a moments reprieve.
Itâs as though you choose for him, pressing yourself against his clothed cock with more urgency as you hold yourself against him. Peppering sticky kisses against the column of his throat as your teeth drag against his milky skin, grazing his pulse point as he feels the restraint he holds inside him slowly begin to crumble.Â
âYouâre terrible, baby.â He groans, his warm palms splayed against your bare thighs as they slip beneath the hem of your dress. Pushing the fabric up to bunch around your waist as his thumbs dip into the apex of your thighs, dangerously close to your soft folds as he teases the hem of your panties.Â
âIâm terrible? When youâre the one thatâs neglected me all day,â You pout, before breaking off into a moan as Saeâs thumbs stroke against your outer labia.Â
You gasp at the sensation, your lips parted in bliss as Sae takes the opportunity to stroke his tongue against your lips, tasting the saccharine hint of cherry from your gloss as he watches through half-lidded eyes as you continue to grind yourself against him.Â
But it isnât enough. Unsatisfied as he pulls your panties to the side, groaning deep in his chest when he drags two knuckles through your slit to feel how drenched you are already. Your slick webs against his fingers as he pushes sharp precise circles against your clit, enough to have you writhing above him as your hands reach down to fiddle with the expensive silver buckle of his belt.Â
It doesnât take much to have his heavy cock sheathed inside your drenched hole, heaving a contented sigh as he bottoms out inside you. The warmth surrounding him is just enough to have Sae feeling comfortable as the tension in his bladder begins to ease and is replaced by fierce electricity that shoots through his veins as you begin to bounce yourself on his length. Slender fingers smooth along your sides, palming your bouncing breasts through the pretty sundress youâre wearing before pulling the straps down to settle around your elbows. Exposing your tits to his gaze as he hums in satisfaction, pressing lingering kisses against the naked skin as his tongue slips out to flick against your taut nipples.Â
You move as though youâre using him for your pleasure, and you are â not that Sae minds. The corner of his lip curls into the slightest hint of a smile as he watches you try to get yourself off, rolling your hips so his cock drags against that velvety spot inside you thatâll have you seeing stars as your lips part in a near constant whine.Â
âYouâre always so fucking noisy,â Sae tuts, and yet does not attempt to silence you as he spreads his thighs further apart, âDo you want someone to hear?â
âAm not.â You scrunch your nose in irritation, biting down on your kiss-bruised bottom lip in a feeble attempt to silence yourself, but it was barely worth the effort.
âListen to yourself.â He sneers, rough fingers dip into the plush of your ass as he holds you tight. Spreading your cheeks as he palms them beneath his hands before he starts a rough pace, selfishly using you for his own pleasure as he moves you how he pleases, âCouldnât even wait five minutes before you were jumping on my cock.âÂ
âSae, please.â You whined breathlessly, your head falling forward as he fucks himself into you.Â
âThat desperate for me to treat you like a slut, is that it?â He grunts, âMy pretty slut.â
His cockhead bumps your cervix with each forward thrust, his veiny cock catching against the ridges of your inner walls as you find yourself soaring towards your orgasm. The telltale throb begins to ebb in your pelvis as your clit cries out for attention, sliding your hand down between your connected bodies as you begin to press sloppy circles against the sensitive nub as Saeâs eyes follow your movements to watchâ
âThatâs it, baby.â He grunts, âYou get yours.â
Itâs all too much as you feel yourself nearing your release, pearly tears begin to bead in your lashes blurring your vision as you desperately try to blink them away. Your moans came out as debased pants as he kept his rough pace as the coil inside you snapped abruptly, forcing you into your climax as you cried out his name in pleasure.
âOh, fuck,â He groans as he feels your tight cunt clench around him as you greedily vie to milk him of his release, burying your face in the apex of his neck as you breathe in the scent of his aftershave. Teeth grazing his clavicle as he gives a few more sloppy thrusts before he feels his own orgasm surge through him like a tsunami, crashing into him in harsh waves as his thighs begin to shudder.Â
âFuck, shit.â He snarls under his breath as you feel white ropes of heady cum begin to coat your inner walls, his grip on your hips almost bruising as he forces you to take all heâs got to give as he empties his balls inside you, âTake itââ
Your chest is heaving, and you think heâs finished filling you with all his potent spunk until you feel itâ an unfamiliar warmth begins to spread inside you as your palms immediately shift to press against his chest, trying to pull yourself off his still painfully hard cock to no avail. The fierce grip he maintains on your hips keeps you flush against his pelvis as he fills you to the brim with a warm stream of piss that creates a flood inside you, his pubes tickle your clit as you let out an airy whine at the feeling. His cock works as a dam to keep you full as his hips continue to rock into you sloppily, the back of his skull pressed against the couch as he exhales through clenched teeth.Â
âWait, Saeââ You try to call out to stop him, to escape the sensation but itâs futile.Â
Heâs completely lost to the euphoria as his face contorts in bliss, revealing the whites of his eyes as the persistent ache in his bladder dissipates and is replaced by smouldering pleasure. Embarrassment begins to swirl inside your tummy at the debauched sight of him, your stretched walls continue to throb around his cock as some of his piss escapes around the base of his cock and soaks his pelvis and slacks. The lewd squelch is shameful as he gives a few more messy ruts, filling the room with the crude noise as you feel the heat burn against your cheeks and the wetness presses against your inner thighs.Â
Itâs disgusting, depraved, you should be mortifiedâ and yet your clit throbs with desire at the immoral sight. Your hips shift as you reach down to tug the hem of your dress up to take in the sight of him, his piss soaked into his grey Calvinâs as the fabric sticks to his skin. Positive itâs slathered all the way down to the leather couch beneath you as your cunt continues to pulse around him with want, already feeling the familiar heat beginning to build again in your pelvis as you roll your hips into him for some slight relief.Â
âDonât you dare.â He grunts, tightening his grip on your hips to stop you from moving after he was the one to force a mixture of piss and cum into your innocent hole.Â
âSae, I canât believe you pissed in me.â You whined, feeling the moisture begin to soak into your panties as more of it leaked out of you. Cooling against the fabric as you shift your hips above him, both your eyes on where your bodies are connected as you watch more begin to escape your ruined hole.Â
âItâs your fault.â He grumbles, as though you were the one to press down on his bladder.Â
âYou didnât tell me you needed to pee!â You pout childishly, jutting out your bottom lip.
âI didnât get a chance before you jumped me,â He rolled his eyes, his tongue jutting out to wet his lips as his chest continued to heave in his post-orgasmic haze.
âYou make it sound like you didnât want it.â You murmur, squealing when his softening cock begins to slip out of your stretched hole and you feel the final dregs of his piss dribble out of you.Â
Sae ignores you, instead his eyes are focused on the mess between your thighs as he drags two fingers through it. Feeling the warmth of his piss and cum mixed with your slick as he watches your body respond intently, throwing your head back with a sharp gasp.Â
âYou make it sound like you didnât want this.â He counters, mimicking your tone as he spreads your folds between his index and middle finger to tap your clit.Â
âI have to walk home like this,â You gasp at the contact, âThatâs so embarrassing.âÂ
No, he thinks, what was embarrassing is just how easily you had him submitting to you.Â
âYou act as though I'm going to parade you through the streets like this," He deadpans with half-lidded eyes, feeling the damp back of your dress where it sits against his thighs, "You're only going to go downstairs and get into my car.â
âThat still means someone could see,â You whine, your nose scrunched adorably as he had to resist the urge to kiss you.
âYeah yeah, and who's problem is that?â
His, he thinks as he groans internally. Praying to whatever God was up there looking down on him that there wouldnât be any paparazzi outside that would catch him in piss-soaked slacks on the walk to his chauffeur.Â
And if there was Sae was certain it would be all over social media by morning, and Shidou would never let him hear the end of it.
ANOTHER WORD FOR HOMESICK (I WANT TO SAY YOUR NAME AGAIN) | M. BACHIRA
⌠tags ; omegaverse, afab + fem!omega!!reader, alpha!bachira, childhood friends to lovers, established reader backstory, coming-of-age, romance, mutual pining, implicit sexual content (virginity loss to an oc), explicit sexual content ft. bonding, knotting, penetration, oral (f!recieving), fingering, praise, lovey dovey dirty talk, petnames (mostly baby) 18+
++ notes: readers appearance is mostly non-descript but they are shorter than bachira and have several piercings and a tattoo which are explained in story.
⌠content warnings ; lore applicable sexism, sexual harassment of reader as a minor (details in authors note, explained further in extended authors note), lore applicable homophobia, implied bisexuality + referenced mutual queerness queerness, underage drinking, heat / estrus as a symptom of puberty
please thoroughly read content warnings and tags before clicking read more.
⌠ao3 link | extended authors note | fics for gaza
THIS IS PART TWO. CLICK HERE TO HERE PART ONE.
⌠wc ; 16.8k / 33.2k
⌠a/n ; sorry for the incredibly long wait. as always i got extremely carried away. but cheers for fujoneet reader coming after this! written as part of the @ficsforgaza intiative
⌠synopsis ; you spend the next four years of your life pining miserably and trying to get over your first love. it all comes crashing during the year you turned twenty-one, fresh out of a break-up and forced to reconcile with your estranged childhood friend.
PART TWO: LIGHT MY WAY BACK HOME.
Freshman orientation seems less like an orientation and more like a social gathering. Â
Youâre not really sure why you didnât think of that. This one is being held by seniors in your department, so you figured theyâd talk to you about things like majors or clubs or general campus life. Â
The presence of alcohol and cigarettes after only thirty minutes is what alerts you of your doom. Youâre screwed. Â
For many reasons and in many ways. Â
For starters, youâre all the way out in Hokkaido, which is a 19 hour trip from your hometown. You donât know anyone at school except that one alpha you keep bumping into, and more importantly - you wouldnât know of any good ways to excuse yourself to leave. You donât even know where to go if you did.  Â
Secondly, youâre really not interested in drinking again. At least, not for now. The memory of Bachira is strangely fresh despite it being over a year since, and youâre afraid a drop of alcohol is going to make you spiral out and humiliate yourself in front of your peers. Â
Third, most of the people here seem at least somewhat acquainted with each other. From the introductions at the start, thereâs only one other freshman here and heâs already friends with a bunch of people. On top of that, heâs the rowdy alpha type you have a hard time with so youâre not sure what youâre supposed to do other thank stick to the wall and hope for the best. Â
You text Miki-chan as you sit in the corner. Were you always this poor at socializing? Â
After a few minutes, someone comes and plops themselves next to you. Youâre mildly startled by her presence, jumping in your skin. She smells sweet, a mix of overripe mango and something floral. You startle as she crowds in your space, eyes widening. Â
âYouâre the new freshie, right?â Â
You blink at her then nod. Sheâs extremely pretty and not entirely Japanese which is common for this campus. âUh, yes. Nice to meet youâŠâ Â
âHira,â She says easily Â
âNice to meet you, Hira-senpai.â You bow. Â
âOh, how formal! Sure, call me that if you want.â She moves in even closer. You feel your heartbeat skyrocket and feel thankful youâre wearing a scent patch. âYou looked a little lonesome in the corner, so I thought Iâd come save you. First party like this?â Â
Youâre surprised. âIs it obvious?â Â
âMm, not really. But I can tell at least. Iâm good at reading people. And I was interested in you,âÂ
You stare at her as she leans against the wall. Long lashes, dyed hair, full lips and a scent so intoxicating you could drown. You feel flush just looking at her, attracted to her undeniably. The look sheâs giving you is making you a little delirious. Â
Your eyes go wide. âSorry?â Â
She beams but doesnât repeat herself. âAre you a beta?â Â
âAn omega,â Â
You feel her nose brush against your covered scent glands and feel a jolt up your spine. âOh, you are. You smell good.âÂ
You blink slowly, hesitating. âThanks.âÂ
âWhich way do you swing, then?â Â
Is she⊠hitting on you? Then again, she could just be the touchy type like Bachira. Â
âI prefer omegas. Iâve never dated an alpha seriously.â But I was in love with at least one. Â
Her eyes light up. âSo you swing both ways, or at least you like omegas. Good. My radars rarely wrong. Ever been in a relationship with anyone?â Â
âJust for a few months in highschool.â You admit. Â
âRight. Got any experience then?â Â
SheâsâŠÂ Â
âUh, not really no. Kissed and stuff but thatâs about it.â Â
âEighteen, no experience, and into other omegasâŠthat tracks. Youâre not having much fun at this party, either. So, how aboutâŠâ You feel her hand on your thigh and nearly choke on air. âWe change all of that in one go?â Â
You feel a little guilty. Youâre not sure what you should be doing. You never really thought about losing your virginity when you were in school for obvious reasons, and thought of it even less so when you were with Bachira. Itâs not like itâs of incredible importance to you. Is it something you should let go of easily? Does it matter? Â
On the other hand, are you ever going to have a beautiful omega girl older than you offer to take your virginity and it not be an illusion? Youâre not really sure if itâs possible. And youâre a lot of things, but youâre not a eunuch. Some part of you hopes itâll get your mind off of Bachira. Â
âI really donât know what Iâm doing, just as uh. As a prerequisite.â You say stiffly. Â
âAre you a quick learner?â Â
Your breath hitches. âYeah,â Â
âThen youâll be just fine! Sooo⊠wanna get out of here?â Â
Shit. âUh, y-yeah.â Â
âGreat!â Â
She grabs your hand, hauling you up and dragging you along with her. Some of the seniors in your department shoot you a look like theyâre impressed and youâre not sure if you should be mortified or flattered. âTaking the freshie with me.âShe turns to someone whoâs name you donât remember. âDonât wait up! And donât come home either.â Â
Said friend sighs. On the way out, you hear them ask around about sleeping over and feel a little guilty. Â
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She tells you about herself on the way to her place. A short walk from campus, you spend most of it wondering if youâre in some kind of dream. Hira-senpai is mixed but sheâs grown up in Sapporo for most of her life. Â
Half-north indian and half-japanese. Tan skin, brown eyes, and long hair - something about her looks straight out of a dream. She holds your hand on the way to her apartment and talks to you so casually it makes you feel like friends. Sheâs good at conversation in a way thatâs familiar to you, reminds you a lot of Bachira no matter how much you hate making the comparison. Â
Most of all, sheâs an incredibly attractive distraction. Sheâs just a touch taller than you but sheâs got long legs and nice assets, with curves in all the right places. Sheâs toned too. She dresses nice and smells so good. Has all the flair of an omega that makes your heart race. Â
Once you get up to her apartment, she wastes no time in getting you into her bedroom. Â
Kissing someone with the intention of having sex is different than whatever you were doing in highschool. Hira is well practiced in how she touches you, strips you naked, admires you.Â
Sheâs aggressive with you but you donât mind. You end up in her bed faster than you thought youâd be. She kisses with with tongue, teeth nipping at your lips and neck as she whispers to you all sorts of things about likes and dislikes. You learn how to use your mouth and how hard to suck, and smooth your tongue along her scent glands in the ways to turn her on. Â
You find you donât mind touching her. You like making her feel good. She gets wet for you and talks to you sweet. Intoxicating, you let her play with you as she pleases without words of complaint. You make her cum once, then again because you like how she grips onto your hair. Her praise is nice when you make her cum. It feels good when she returns the favor even though you feel embarrassed the entire time. Â
You fuck until sunrise and sleep in her bed. When morning comes, you find her wrapped around your with your body covered in unfamiliar nips of teeth. She tells you to stay for breakfast. Â
You feel like you walked the stairwell to adulthood a little too quickly. But itâs the longest you spent not thinking about the pastÂ
So you stay with her. You sit up and open your phone. Â
(sent 9:34am) just lost my virginty to my omega senpai. uni is weird Â
9:35am: You have 24 new notifications. Â
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[ NINETEEN ]Â
âDo you wanna become club manager?â Â
You shoot a surprised glance at Satou-kun, one of your only alpha friends on campus and captain of your university soccer team. Youâre currently in the club room, reviewing footage of their opposing team before they start training for the inter-collegiate tournaments. Â
This is a favor youâre doing for Satou-kun as a part of him helping you find board and housing all the way out here. Your current university had been your last choice despite being incredibly prestigious as a result of extra-curricular and exceptionally good marks for years of highschool. Â
 You were supposed to be staying in a dorm room but there was some trouble in the office and no space left in the omega-beta dorms for you to stay at. Â
You met Satou-kun crying outside of the 7/11 near your campus, dropped down to your knees in pre-heat distress. Satou is from the countryside. A big, lumbering 6â4 alpha who apparently canât leave people alone in times of need, especially not crying omegas. He bought you a meal and helped you find room and board temporarily before later finding you an apartment near campus. Â
In short, you owe him a lot. Insistent on paying him back, youâve spent a lot of time helping out their soccer team doing this and that. Once, off-handedly during their practice, youâd helped one of their other team mates out with their dribbling and have since then become a psuedo-member. Â
You donât really have any interest in soccer. Or at least, you didnât for the first eighteen years of your life. Maybe itâs because youâre so far from home, but thereâs something about seeing them play that feels familiar and fulfills an old itch. Â
Still, youâre not really expecting the offer. Youâve only known Satou-kun for a few months and youâve known his team for even less. Â
âUh. Iâve never been a sports team manager, so I donât know if Iâd be any good.â Â
âSeriously?â He sits next to you in a chair backwards, pushing his hair back with his hand. âYou know a lot about soccer though?â Â
You swallow. âA friendâsorry, an old friend of mine plays. My nii-san did too but that was way back. Iâve just been around it a lot.âÂ
He gives you a long look, brushing past the very obvious shake in your voice. You like that part of him, you think. âI think itâs fine. The team likes you. Youâre meticulous and do well under pressure.â He takes a drink from his water bottle. âPlus I think the guys would be more motivated with a pretty omega manager. At least theyâd wanna impress you.â Â
You blink. He says it so neutrally you almost donât catch it. Â
âThanks?â Â
âDonât worry about it. Itâs just an observation,â Satou says, shaking his head. âI think youâd be an asset to the team. Thereâs no one else who can mediate with coach like you can.â Â
Your lips twitch in the ghost of a smile. âThatâs true,â Â
Your thoughts end up at Bachira as you consider the offer. Lips furled into a frown, something heavy weighs on your heart. Youâve gotten better at not letting him consume your every waking thought. Being busy has helped. But soccer is the one thing that reminds you of Bachira most. Youâre not really opposed to being manager. You just donât know if itâll be too much. Youâre not enough of a masochistic to say yes without hesitation. The painful, constant reminder of him through being manager just feels overwhelming. Â
You havenât seen him in nearly two years, except on T.V. or in the news, doing exactly what you thought he would. Youâve put so much effort into getting over him but it feels like youâve hardly made progress. Â
You sigh. Â
âCan I give you my answer later? After I consider it more?â Â
âSure. If it isnât too invasive though,â He leans into looking closer. âCan I ask whatâs making you hesitate? Iâd guess itâs that childhood friend but,â Â
You blink in surprise. âYeah. That obvious?â Â
He shakes his head. âGot a nose like a hound, granny always said. Could feel the change even with the strong patches and inhibitors.â Â
âAh,â You look down at your lap. âMy friend and I had a pretty bad falling out. Think it was two years ago now, but Iâm just worried itâll bring up bad memories.â Â
âYou cared about him a lot, huh?â Â
You arenât sure what brings you to say it out loud. âI was in love with him. Basically my whole life.â Â
Itâs the first time youâve ever said it to anyone. It doesnât feel as horrible as you expected. Â
âWas he an omega?â Â
You give him a humorless smile, shaking your head. âAn alpha.â Â
He blinks in realization before nodding. Â
âMustâve been someone special then,â Satou scratches the back of his neck. âI canât tell you I understand it but you know. Maybe being our manager can help give you some better memories than what you left with. With time.â Â
âI know it probably sounds ridiculous. Two years is a long time.â You reply back.Â
âHuh? Hardly.â Satou looks at you directly when he speaks. âDonât force yourself to get over it. I know youâre the worrying type, but sometimes itâs fine to just let things go as they are.You have to keep living your life right?â Â
âRight,â Â
âSo donât think of it in negative terms like getting over it. Do it if itâs something you might want to do. If it gets too much Iâll support you as captain or let you leave. You can make new memories here. Itâs an opportunity, thatâs allâ Â
You give Satou-kun a small smile. âSatou-kunâŠyouâre a good guy. Youâll find a good wife.â Â
âYou sound like granny,â He says. âIf youâre ever interested in becoming farmers wife in the country side, youâre always welcome to take the position up.â Â
âAre you joking?â Â
âNo.â He says, standing up. His tone is unreadable. âYouâd be good at it. Youâre strong with good attention to detail so I think the work would be easy for you. Plus youâre after a quiet life, arenât you?â Â
âThis is a bad proposal,â You deadpan, shaking your head. âAnd most omegas would be pissed if you told them they look good to work on a farm.â Â
âItâs a compliment.â Â
âThis is why youâre not popular.â You retort with a small chuckle. âIf I ever decide to marry an alpha and give up on everything, Iâll find you. For now, Iâll have to decline the proposal. But Iâll accept becoming manager.â Â
Satou-kun claps your shoulder. âEh. Iâll take it,â Your eyes meet. âIf you change your mind on either thing, just let me know.â Â
âOf course. Thanks, captain.â Â
âAnytime.â Â
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âAre you sure you want this?â Â
Hira-senpais roomate, Shinohara, busies himself with sterilizing needles. You glance at yourself in the mirror in their bathroom, red-rimmed eyes making you feel pathetic. You really want something to do. Â
Drink, smoke, something. But youâre not trying to start on using substances when thinking of Bachira since youâre sure itâll kill you. You just need the distraction. The game is still playing in the background in the other room, so when you hear the channel change and feel thankful to whoever shifted it. Â
You rub your eyes with the end of your hand, voice hoarse. âYeah. And Iâm gonna get a tattoo.â Â
âYouâre still this hung up on that kid? Whatever his name was,â He snaps his fingers. âBee boy.â Â
You huff. âYeah.â Â
âHave you tried dating other people?â He suggests. Â
Shinohara pours rubbing alcohol onto something before wiping your ear with it on both sides. Itâs cold and makes you shiver. âNo. Never been interested,â Â
âDonât you think itâs about time you get interested?â He uses a marker next, placing a dot carefully before assessing it. He repeats the process on the other side. âI mean, if just seeing him on T.V. is enough to do this to you after all this time⊠You barely react to anything, like a damn stone statue. Yet, here you are.â Â
âItâs not just that,â You sniffle again. Shinohara-kun gives you a disbelieving look in the mirror, shaking his head. Itâs not just the fact you saw Bachira, but that you keep seeing him exceed your expectations. In news magazines, in articles, in ads for sports drinks. What broke you was seeing him on the news after seeing him earlier in a magazine for the greatest talents to come out of Bluelock, with speculation in his potential to become the greatest striker alive. Â
Youâve done a good job not thinking about him. You even got used to the press when you went to your hometown and saw him plastered on posters. But it dawns on you heâs still living his dreams and heâs not even twenty yet. Â
And you play no part in them. You bite your lip trying not to cry. Â
âIâm not piercing you if you keep shaking,â Shinohara says with no real bite. A gloved hand wipes your tear. âSo toughen up, brat.â Â
âStop calling me that. Youâre only a few years older than me,â Â
âStop acting like one and Iâll consider. Now take a deep breath. Itâs gonna hurt pretty bad, alright? If you jolt Iâm gonna kill you.â Â
âStop worrying about me.â You sniff, wiping your nose. âIâm fineâ Â
He rolls his eyes. âThen count to three and take a deep breath.â Â
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[ TWENTY ]Â
âIâm home!â Â
Your face is cold from the winter air as you step inside. You shake off the snow from your body as you wipe your face, exhaustion settling in from the long travel. Itâs not your first winter break home but even after two years you canât get used to the distance Â
You leave your bag and luggage at the door as you strip out of your jacket, hanging it on a nearby hook. You sigh in relief, mind drifting off to thoughts of sitting in the kotatsu and warming up while you let your brain rot from television. You only have so many days break before you have to travel back to Sapporo. You glance at the shoe rack and notice a single pair of loafers. Your parents are probably grocery shopping. You always have hotpot the day before New Years. Â
Thereâs only one other person that leaves. You raise your voice louder as you call out again. Â
âNii-san, Iâm home.â Â
âIn the living room,â Â
You stretch your arms over your head, sweater sliding over your stomach as you walk into the living room to see him spread over the couch watching something on the T.V. Looks like some kind of comedy variety show. Â
âHey,â Â
You make a noncommittal noise, beelining to the kotatsu in the center of the room, sliding yourself underneath with a long sigh. Nii-san laughs behind you. Â
âStill snowing?âÂ
âGot worse in the last hour,â You prop your elbows on the table, laying on your arms with a loud yawn. âMy bags wet so I left it in front of the door.â Â
He hums as the two of you continue to watch T.V. in comfortable silence. You feel his gaze on your back for a while before turning around slightly to look at him. âWhat are you looking at?â Â
âDid you get your ears pierced?â Â
You blink. âYeah. My helix and upper lobe on both sides.â Â
He stares at you for a long while after you tell him, leaving you confused. Itâs rare you see your brother these days. Heâs twenty-nine this year. Heâs scruffy, face prickly with hair and hair grown out longer than normal. Eyes squinted, you feel his hand pull at the collar of your sweater before peering down at your back. Â
âWhen did you get a tattoo?âÂ
Surprised, you pull away from his grasp frowning. âSame time I got my piercings.â Â
âWhat for?âÂ
âI just wanted to get them,â You say, fidgeting with your.Â
âWell, itâs fine.â He says after a while, voice softened. His hand comes up to your head, patting it like youâre a kid again. You squirm away from the touch and sudden affection. You donât know if youâll ever properly figure out whatâs on his mind. âYouâre such a goody two-shoes kid a little rebellion wonât hurt. Kaa-sanâs gonna freak over the tattoo though.â Â
âI wonât be here long enough for her to find out I donât think. And even if she does, itâs not like I can get it removed now. Itâs usually covered up enough that no one noticed.â Â
âI saw it cause of the way you were sitting, so donât worry about it.â He says, patting your shoulder. âWhatâs the tattoo of?âÂ
You frown, turning away with a flush. ââŠA bumble bee on a kuroyuri flower.â Â
âA bee huh? Should kill that stupid brat.â Â
âNii-san!â You shake your head. âI already told you the fight was my fault. Donât use it as a reason for your grudge, okay?â Â
He sighs, shaking his head. âYouâre twenty right?â Â
You nod. Nii-san grabs a beer from the plastic bag besides him, cracking the top open before handing it to you with a long look. âHere,â Â
You take the beer from his hand and take a drink from the top, malt hitting your lips and warming you up from the inside. ââŠThanks.â Â
âIf youâre gonna go out of your way to defend him even now, just text him and make up already,âHe says, shaking his head. âThe piercings, the tattoo⊠all that was to get over him, huh?â Â
You feel embarrassed. Was it that obvious you were hung up on Bachira this way? He always had a weird sixth sense about things, so maybe not. âIt doesnât matter.â Â
He sighs. âIt does matter. If you care this much, thereâs no way it doesnât. Donât be obstinate and figure things out with him.â Â
âEven if I could do that,â Which I canât, ever. âHeâs rarely home anyways, and I donât want to have that conversation on the phone. Plus, heâs probably forgotten all about it.â Â
âYouâre a smart kid but sometimes youâre so oblivious it makes me feel bad. Was it because youâre sheltered? You have no common sense.â Â
âHey!â Â
âI know youâre just being careful but thereâs no need to this extent. You two were attached at the hip for almost two decades. Thereâs no way heâd forget even if heâs a famous soccer player right now. Just make up with him.â He says, then sighs before giving you a serious look. âBut seriously donât marry him. Iâll kill you both.â Â
âI told you he likes alphas.â  Â
âAnd you like him, despite liking omegas, right?â Â
You make a noise of indignance âThatâs different,â Â
âItâs not. I donât care about him but donât be a coward. Youâre a lot tougher than that as is and it doesnât suit you at all.â Â
You turn your eyes to the T.V. pretending to watch it while deep in thought. Â
You donât know. Itâs been three years since you and Bachira stopped being friends but the wound doesnât feel any more healed than it did last time. There are longer stretches of time in between that you can without feeling like the world is collapsing underneath you, but youâre not over it despite your best efforts. Maybe itâs true you havenât truly tried hard enogh. Your last conversation was messy at best, a rushed outro to a life long friendship without any real closure. Â
But you donât think youâre owed closure. Whatâs more, you donât even know what youâd say. Thereâs both so much and so little you want to tell him. Â
Iâm proud of you. Iâm sorry. Who takes care of you now that Iâm gone? Do you miss me as much as I miss you?Â
But how do you have that conversation? Youâve never been good at being upfront with your feelings. You keep to yourself, keep your head down, and get lucky to be around people who do it for you. Â
Even if you were to get closure now, could you handle it? You were never under the impression Bachira could love you, but at least now you can be open about it. At least now, you can tell people when they ask you about love and confess it like some sort of sin. The first time you told Satou-kun that truth, it felt like a weight had finally been unburdened. To become friends again now would mean you bear that silence of that again while you try to fall out of love, or you confess to it him and make things hard on you both. Â
You donât want either outcome. You just want Bachira to be your friend. And you want things to be easy. Youâre not seventeen anymore. You have school, work, clubs - things that you still need to be present for. Â
You canât handle the heartbreak of that loss twice. Itâd kill you. Â
Maybe, someday, when youâre really over it - youâll reach out to Bachira as friends. Another two years so itâs been at least five, and youâre closer to graduation than you are to highschool. Â
For now though, the idea of seeing Bachira again is painful at best and stupid at worst. Â
âI need more time,â You reply after a while. âTo get over it more. I donât want to meet him when Iâm still this⊠emotional about it.â Â
Nii-san sighs, over you. âFine. If you say so. Drink your little heart out over it but when the time comes, dontâ miss your chance alright? Promise me.â Â
âI thought you didnât like him.âÂ
âYou littleâjust promise.â Â
âFine, fine,â You fall forward again on your kotatsu - waving a dismissive hand. âPromise.â Â
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âI canât believe my favorite heat partner went and got a boyfriend on me,âÂ
Hira-senpai slides herself across from you in the booth in front of you. You glance up from your laptop just barely too greet her as Shinohara joins the both of you. Shaking your head, you take stock of your surroundings quickly. The cafeteria at the bottom floor of the mathematics building is still just as empty as it was when you came in. Â
âWhere did you two just back from?â Â
âA seminar thing for senior capstone.â Shinohara answers. You make a short ahhh sound before continuing on with your typing. Â
âDonât just ignore me, both of you!â Hira insists. Your lips quirk up at the corners. Â
âStop announcing that we have sex so loudly and Iâll consider it.â Â
âFine, fine. I just canât believe you got confessed too and you said yes! And you only told me through text!!â Â
âWhat was I supposed to do? You werenât even on campus so I couldnât tell you in person.â Â
She pouts, dipping a fry into ketchup as she props her elbows up on the table. Â
âWhatever. I want details!â Â
âIt was that huge omega guy on the soccer team, right? What was his name againâŠ?â Â
You furrow your brow. âHow do you know that?â Â
âI know everything.â He says seriously. You roll your eyes. Â
âYeah it was. Takahashi-kun. He confessed to me as soon as I got back from visiting home over winter break in the club room. Gave me flowers and everything.â Â
âFlowers? What a serious guy. Are all the soccer club guys like that?â Â
You grimace. âI think all soccer players are predispositioned to have something just a little wrong with them. Him being chivalrous is fine, all things considered.âÂ
âHm. True.â Â
âSooo, did you just say yes right away? Thatâs super unlike you!âÂ
âHuh? No, of course not. I told him upfront that Iâm still getting over someone so I donât know if itâs a good idea,â You say, typing away at your computer. âBut he said he didnât care and wanted to date me anyways.â Â
âWhat a weird guy.â Shinohara hums thoughtfully. Â
âHeâs that into you?!â Â
You nod. âI guess so. I asked why it had to be me and he said something I didnât catch. Just that he thought Iâd be a good partner and accept an omega like him. Which I guess is true.â Â
Shinohara chuckles. âYou sound so enthused.â Â
You shrug. âItâs not like I lied. Heâs a good guy, I know that. And I mean. Not like I have anything to lose. You guys are the ones telling me to try and move on.â Â
They both say âTrue,â at the same time, making you shake your head. Â
âSo youâre gonna date him seriously?â Â
âIâm gonna try,â You reply with a long sigh. âI really just want to move on.â Â
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You date Takahashi-kun for a year. Â
Itâs a good year, and a good relationship. Â
Heâs good to you in all ways that matter. He still believes in old timey traditional of courting and courts you like an omega might an alpha despite you not being one. Brings you food heâs made and other handmade ornaments. Heâs taller than most omega men. A little over six feet and muscular with a sharp jaw but the roundest, brownest eyes youâve ever seen.Â
Often, he asks you if youâre fine with him. Comes into your arms and weeps into your neck, scent sweet like fresh cream as he apologizes for not being cute. Takahashi is more omega than you are. Shows submission and pleasure in the textbook ways you see only in books and pornography. Heâs kind and doe-eyed and timid. Heâs easy to talk to. Heâs attractive. Sharing heat together always feels pleasurable and warm.Â
Alphas like him. Mostly alpha women. And you like Takahashi too, while you date him. Heâs tender and thoughtful - easy to read and easy to treat well. The relationship is never something worthy of complaint. Â
Which is why you break up with him before you leave for winter break the next year. You explain it all to him and feel incredibly disheartened when he cries. Takahashi is the poster image for what makes a good omega. And because he is so good, so kind, so caring - itâs unfair to continue to be with him when you know you canât grow to love him the way he loves you.Â
If a year in your ideal theoretical relationship canât be enough to cauterize the wound of your heartbreak, thereâs probably nothing else that will except time. Even hysterical, you relay all of this to Takahashi as best you can. You donât regret being with him, because heâs taught you plenty of things.Â
Itâs because heâs taught you so much that youâre able to break up with him at all instead of remaining comfortable and impassive. Because you know the depth of another persons unconditional love and because you also grow to love Takahashi. You love him in a different way than he loves you, and you leave because itâs unfair. Itâs the first year of your life that has felt long and meaningful since you and Bachira parted ways four years prior. Â
So you split with him, and tell him everything on your mind. And because Takahashi is a good person who loves you unconditionally - it hurts you both, even though he accepts. He asks that if someday, you think you might change your mind to call him. He asks to be friends. Â
You promise to him both, and then tell him again that you hope someone better will be there for him and that you love him even if itâs not like that. Â
The day you break up with Takahashi, you have to take a train ride three hours long to get to the airport where youâll board a short flight, then make the hours long venture back to your hometown. Â
Youâre fine for the duration. You donât cry often anyway. Itâs fine until your phone buzzes with the notification that F.C. Barcha has won a tournament match and will proceed to the next World Cup Qualifiers. Â
And then, like clockwork, you sob into your hands on an empty train - heart so full of longing you could nearly throw up. Â
You think, breaking up with Takahashi-kun was the right choice. Â
You think, I miss him. Â
You heart doesnât name who exactly you miss. That name is written all over it anyways.  Â
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[ TWENTY-ONE ]Â
For the first few days of your winter break, none of your family is in your house for you to hang around. Â
This is something youâve always been used to. Your parents have been on a trip in Kyoto and wonât be back until after new years and nii-san is working a lot of overtime until about the same. You have a copy of your house keys so you have a place to stay, and youâve made some shrine plans with Miki and Sasaki since youâre back home. Â
Theyâre both still busy until the thirtieth though, so until then you have nothing to do. Â
Today is the twenty-sixth, the day after Christmas. Youâre home early since all of your classes finals lined up in the short-span of three days. It was stressful but youâre thankful for the extended few days that allowed you to go home early. Â
Yu-san has insisted you spend some time with her instead of being by yourself. You always spend a day or two at her house during your winter breaks and have since you left for college. After your eighteenth birthday, it just felt like the right thing to do. Â
You bring her something every year when you visit, and sometimes you stay over night. She treats you like her own, and fills you in about Bachira from time to time. Â
In honor of upholding tradition, you decide to go see her a little early this year. Before you enter the familiar and cramped space of Yu-sans apartment - you always buy her a nice bouquet of flowers, a box of sweets, and an expensive bottle of sake. You have a gift for her too, some souvenirs from Hokkaido like always. Â
You stop by your house first to drop off your things and lock up before walking the short distance to your childhood friends home in the winter air. Â
Youâve been too often to knock after all, instead opting to text Yu-san and let her know that youâre there. You wait outside until she responds, giving you the go-ahead.Â
yu oba-san (sent 9:57pm): the door is open but i had to step out for a bit. make yourself comfortable. Â
You gather your things up in one hand and tucking the flowers carefully in your arms to open the door. Your bag of gifts and drinks lands on the floor with a soft clunk as you set it down besides you, balancing flowers on the small cabinet near the entryway. Sliding your jacket off your shoulders and hanging it, you force your feet out of your winter boots, eyes searching around for the right pair of slippers. Â
When you go to put your boots up on the shoe rack, you notice that thereâs an unfamiliar pair of sneakers. You notice it too late. Mens sneakers.Â
 A faint scent of burnt honey. Â
You shake your head trying to shake the thoughts away. The likelihood of it being Bachira is so slim you wonder why youâre considering. The match for F.C. Barcha took place in Spain. It takes a day of travel to get to Japan, so you guess itâs possible. Even so, you think itâd be more likely he comes during New Years. Itâs not guaranteed heâll have enough time to even come home every year. He did two years back from what you know but not since then. Â
You gather your things again. First the small bag you keep your personal stuff in, then the bags youâve brought for Yu-san, and finally the flowers in your arm. Â
You decide against announcing yourself since you suspect youâre the only there.Â
Except youâre not. Â
The whole world feels like itâs collapsing underneath your feet to see Bachira in flesh, tucked into the couch of his childhood home the same way he used to when you were kids - with both legs folded up and his chin resting on his knee. Â
A shock of yellow hair, eyes gemstone gold and a stronger scent. Bachira. Meguru.Â
You startle and think of what to do. What excuse you can make. How you can tiptoe your way out of the room and catch the breath that he steals away from your lungs. Â
No such luck. Bachira is perceptive as always, noticing you before you get a chance to slip away. Â
âOh,â He murmurs. Heâs taller. Just a bit, you think. âItâs you,â Â
Your heart is thudding, blood rushing to your ears and face as you stare at him. You can barely feel your legs, weakness in your knees nearly making you buckle. Frozen stiff in place, you blink once, twice before nodding. You force yourself to swallow the lump in your throat.  Â
âUhm,â You donât know what to do. âYeah. I came to visit Yu-san.â Â
He nods back. Â
âShe told me I should come over as soon as I can.â Bachira says. He feels unfamiliar. His hair is longer, but styled up and his ear lobes are pierced. He looks so much older yet so much the same. âMy team mate dropped me off with his jet so I made it in a day.â Â
Ah. Was it planned? Sheâs like your nii-san in how much she wants you two to reconcile. âMakes sense.â You flounder. Awkward silence falls so you try to come up with anything to say. Your hands are sweaty. â Uh..Congratulations on your win, by the way.â Â
He looks surprised. âDo you keep up with soccer these days?â Â
Just for you. âA bit. Out of habit, I guess. And Iâm the soccer teams manager at uni.â Â
Surprised, he blinks in silence for a while. Â
 âOh. Well,â Suddenly, he beams. Itâs no doubt forced and it breaks you into a thousand pieces though you try not to let it show on your face. Try not to let the omega part of you whimpering for approval too obvious. He smiles at you âDonât be a stranger on my behalf! You should put your stuff down and sit. We should uhm..catch up!â Â
You make a face at him that you know is pained, but nod anyways. The tension in the air is so thick as you slide to the other side of the room, putting the flowers and other gifts on the kitchen counter.  Â
Four years. Four years. How are you supposed to act? Â
âUh,â You call from the kitchen, hoping the nerves in your voice arenât obvious. âDo you uhm, maybe want something to drink? I brought alcohol and I think thereâs beers in your fridge.ââÂ
Your eyes meet from the living room to where you stand behind the counter. He shrugs, giving you a lighthearted smile. Â
âMm. My nutritionist might get pissed but whatever! Why not you know? A beer would be good, thanks!âÂ
You nod and try to do the same - keeping the conversation as light as you can. You repeat that itâs fine like a mantra. Â
âIs beer not too bitter for you? I bought chuhai cans. Thereâs a pineapple flavor,â Â
The question is innocent enough to you, but you realize seconds later the intimacy of it. Four years or not, you were Bachiraâs friend your entire life so itâd be weirder not to know and even weirder not to at least ask. Itâs an extension of courtesy no matter how unnecessary, and plus - youâre known for being a little too obsessed with the details. Bachira prefers sweet things and likes canned pineapple. Youâre sure you picked it up out of habit. Â
When you look up at Bachira, he looks nearly ready to cry. It startles you so much you jolt out of your skin. He turns away. âHahaâŠYou remembered,â Â
A pang of concern makes leaves you standing in place. Thereâs no way you wouldâve forgotten. âOh uhm. Sorry. Is that weird for you?â You explain, trying not to overstep any boundaries. âIf me being too familiar is making you uncomfortable thenââ Â
âItâs not that,â He insists seriously. âI was trying to keep it together but I canât after that,â He lets out a loud sob suddenly. Your eyes widen. Several waves of emotion pass over you at the same time. âI missed youâŠhicc, why would you remember thatâŠsniff,â Â
You soften, shoulder slumped with endured longing. Â
âI missed you too,âÂ
âLiar,â He hiccups again, crying in full hysterics this time. You shuffle back to the living room to join him on the opposite side of the couch, placing the bag of drinks on the coffee table and reaching a hand over to squeeze his knee. âYou havenât talked to me in four years. You didnât miss me at all but you remember something so dumb. Youâre always like that. Youâre soâŠ.â Â
You frown. Does he really think you didnât miss him? Â
âIt wasnât like that,â Â
âThen explain it to me now! Hasnât it been long enoughâŠdont youâŠ!â He exclaims, pulling his hands from his face. You canât contain your surprise about the reaction though you understand it completely. You feel similar. Youâve convinced yourself the entire time that any relationship you had with each other was completely one-sided. Assuming he would move on fine without you now that there were people in his life he could call friends. Still, itâs so unusual to see evidence of it not being true. âYou never explained anything to me you just..â He sniffs âLeft me. I thought you didnât care anymore butâŠâ Â
His display of genuine sadness makes you feel horrible. Â
You press your lips together in a thin line, reaching into the bag for a tall can of beer and cracking it open before having a drink so it numbs your nerves. Â
Your stomach is twisted up in a knot so tight you kind of feel sick. Thereâs no way around the conversation now. You canât bear to see him cry so much, so you should at least clear up the understanding.Â
 Leaned forward, elbows on knees - you keep your eyes focused in front of you, keenly aware of Bachira adjacent to you on the couch wiping his eyes. Â
âIt wasnât that I didnât miss you, I just uh,â You swallow a lump in your throat until it smooths out. âI just have stuff I want to get over before we could be proper friends again. I wanted to reach out to you a lot. It wasnât like I stopped caring about you after we fought,â Â
âYou hated me for lying to you and being an alpha right? Wasnât that what you had to get over in the first place?â Â
Your eyes go wide. âNo, uh. Itâs complicated. I didnât uhm, hate you for lying about it. I was shocked sure but you areâwere my best friend. I did distrust alphas for a long time and I still donât really like them⊠but it didnât matter to me. I told you then too but I didnât hate you it was just,â Â
You chuckle nervously, running your thumb on the rim of the can. âIt felt wrong to keep being your friend. Not knowing something so basic. The fact you felt like you couldnât tell me. It was more like I was too ashamed to keep calling you my best friend. Â
âYou⊠Really?â Â
You nod. âAnd uh, I didnât want to reach out to you again until i got over some personal stuff.â Â
âYou big dummy,â He wipes his nose with the back of his sleeve. âIt wasnât like that at allâŠ. Even back then, I knew you wouldnât have hated me just for being an alpha,â He hiccups another sob. âI was just so scared you would that I didnât want to tell you. I thought you would start treating me different and weâd stop being close if you found out I wasnât an omega. Youâre such a good person, how come you think of yourself like that? Why do you thinkâŠhiccâ Â
âSorry,â You mumble, unsure of what to say. Â
It feels like a great weight has been lifted up off your chest. Â
âStop apologizing, dummy. Stupid.â Â
You give him a wobbly smile. Â
âWhat did you have to get over that you couldnât talk to me for four years?â He huffs. âIf it wasnât me being an alpha, what was it?â Â
Your eyes widen, heart rate picking up so rapidly you can only pray he doesnât hear it. You swallow spit, teeth sinking into your cheek. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. Â
Youâve thought about this conversation before hundreds of times. Often. How it would go, what you would say if you ever got the chance to say it. But having the opportunity to confess right in front you makes it all feel hundreds of miles away.Â
Your mind has filled in the details each time with it going so badly. Bachiraâs face, disgusted with you or otherwise unsettled always sears itself in your psyche so strong you bite your tongue. You always found him a little unsettled by you in you thoughts. Disgusted with you for liking him so much even knowing heâs not into omegas. You donât want your own cowardice or misunderstanding to get in the way of being honest with him after so long.Â
You wouldâve waited two more years to even speak to him had you been given a choice. But now with him in front of you, how could you possibly do that? Itâs the universes way of ripping the band-aid off, you think. Such a tricky outcome can only being ordained by faith. Â
âWell, I uhm, I wasâam, in love with with you. Since we were kids so uhm, after we split ways I couldnât really apologize. I w-wanted to get along with you again for a long time but I couldnâtâŠâ You shake your head, refusing to see his expression. Terrified that what youâll see is disappointment. âI wanted to sort my feelings out first so I could approach you honestly, I guess. I k-know you like alphas, so Iâm not expecting anything really! I just wanted t-to ease the burden on myself a bit instead of hiding.â Â
Thereâs a long, long stretch of silence. It feels like forever. Â
âYouâre in love with me? But you like omegas donât you?â Â
âNot exclusively I guess? I h-havenât figured it out yet. Iâve never been with another alpha but my feelings for you are real. I know itâs burdensome to hear that butââ Â
âItâs not burdensome,â He cuts you off instantly. Your eyes widen slightly. His expression has completely changed. âAre you being serious? Youâre in love with me? Since we were kids? Even after finding out Iâm an alpha?â Â
You nod slowly. âYeah. That was also part of the reason. Learning you were an alpha brought up questions. Uhm. Anyways. Itâs been four years and I still canât get over it so I didnât want to put myself through that again. I hope itâll make you believe that I donât hate you at least,âÂ
âYou still love me, then.â He says softly. âRight?â Â
You flush, wondering why heâs asking. âYeah. Same as always.â Â
He covers his face with his hands, suddenly grinning. Your eyes grow wide at that openly. âAaaah!! Iâm so happy I could die right now.â Â
âBachira?â Â
âYou big dummy. You shouldâve told me before. How come youâre the only one in the entire world who didnât know?âÂ
âS-sorry?â Â
For the first time in this entire conversation, you let yourself look at Bachira whoâs positively beaming at you. You blink rapidly, feeling suddenly deeply unsure of yourself and your surroundings. Â
âI love you too, stupid,â He says, sniffling. âSince we were practically babies.â He sniffles again, more tears streaming down his face. âUwah, I canât stop crying, Iâm so happy.â Â
âBut youâŠdonât you also likeâŠ?â Â
âAlphas? Yeah I do,â Bachira hums happily. âIâve never been with an omega. And Iâm not really that interested in them, either. Iâm clingy you know? And selfish. You were the exception. My one and only omega.â Â
You cover your face with your hands.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â Bachira asks. Â
You laugh. âIâm so happy I think I could die.â You mimic. Tears wet your lashes with unusual swiftness. âI never thought in a million years you would ever like me back. It wasnât even a possibility for me.â Â
It feels completely surreal. You want to pinch yourself. If itâs a dream, you want to thank whatever power is responsible for making it such a pleasant one and you never want to wake up from it. HeâŠBachira loves you. The way you love him. It feels so impossible. Your mind canât catch up, leaving you slack jawed. Â
âMe too,â He hums lovingly. âAhh, I donât know if I should cry or shout.â Â
âYouâll disturb the neighbors.â Â
His grin is crooked. âThen you should do something to keep me quiet,â Â
Your face grows hot at the sudden implication. Youâre not a virgin but the idea is immediately too stimulating for you to act normally. âWhatâs with thatâŠâ Â
âYouâre acting like youâve never kissed anyone before.â He teases. You shoot him a sharp look. Â
Your eyes go down at your lap. âDonât tease me. I want too, I just donât know if I can,â Â
You feel Bachira move over to you. He sits himself besides you on the couch, tucking himself against your side and moving himself to look at your face where youâre ducked down. You can feel the tingling in your skin at the proximity. Overbearing alpha scent that feels like a tight hug only because itâs Bachira.  Â
âHow can I not tease you when youâre being so cute, hm?â He hums. Heâs so close to you. âYou normally donât react to anything but then you behave timid like this. Itâs so cute. Donât act shy and kiss me already. Or at least let me kiss you,â Â
âBachiraâŠâ You murmur, trying not to explode. Â
âEhhh?? Thatâs not my name.â Â
You laugh a little, picking your head up. âMeguru,â Â
âBetter!â Â
You laugh again, helplessly happy. Thereâs no word in any language tantamount to what you feel - this much youâre sure of. Embarrassment doesnât subside quickly but seeing Bachira in front of you makes you happy enough to try look forward. He looks older, somehow. His smile is familiarly boyish, sharpened teeth and piercing eyes even stronger than before. Â
Pointed, predatory - lidded eyes meet yours. âLet me kiss you.â Â
You nod, unable to form words to say yes but wanting it so terribly. Â
The second kiss you ever share with Bachira in your life is exactly like him. Overwhelming. A hard press of lips followed by his tongue sliding across the soft seam of your mouth, coaxing you open until he can slip his tongue in. Immediately salacious and hot, the kind of kiss you can only have in total privacy. The intentions of it are obvious. Your body singes at the feeling, immediately burdened with the weight of life-longing wantings as you kiss him. Deep and melty, your hands reaching for his waist body urging you to pull him closer. Â
You feel something tingling at the base of your spine as Bachira slides his tongue against yours hotly. Wet muscle tracing your mouth, drawing lines over every inch like heâs trying to devour you whole from the inside. Â
The scent of him drives you insane. Heâs so close. Itâs suffocating - rich, homey burnt honey and amber with something spiced clouding your mind as you breathe him through hot panting breaths and kisses and kisses. Wetness grows between your legs, the skin under your clothes starting to itch. Â
Youâve had years now to understand your heat. You know exactly when itâs coming, when it starts and how it feels. Youâre not due for another few weeks but you know what your body is experiencing like the back of your hand. Bachira wonât stop kissing you long enough to let you warn him, tongue busy lapping at your lips. He swallows the little noises you make. You put your hands on his shoulders as you push him away, chest heaving through unbearably labored breaths. Â
A whimper in your subconscious - animal in nature, whines at you indignant. Inner omega burdened with desire and overwhelmingly craving the alpha so readily available. Estrus symptoms rush you strongly as your eyes droop, pressing your legs together hard so no slick makes a mess on the couch. Â
âMeguru,â You breathe out, barely. âMy heat.â Â
âWas it soon?â Â
You shake your head. âI t-think you triggered it,â You huff, keeping your hand on his shoulder and wincing at the way your body keens. Â
His eyes fill with excitement. âAre you saying you wanted me so bad I made your heat come early?â Â
âDonât say it so..haah⊠blatantly.âÂ
He shivers, scent and pheromones releasing even stronger than before. You gasp, nails digging into his shoulder as he overwhelms you. He leans in close to you, teeth nipping at your jaw - fangs dragging feather light on your scent glands. Â
âIt doesnât seem like you want to stop you know?â He murmurs the words against your neck, eliciting a low whine. Â
âYu-san is supposed to be coming back.â Â
âShe wonât for a while. Itâs already this late, I bet sheâs doing something else,âÂ
âYou donât know that though,â You reason. He hums happily, nonplussed about all of it. Â
âAre you worried sheâll walk in? I can always fuck you upstairs. In my old room. She wonât catch us if youâre quiet,â His voice has a rasp to you youâve never heard before. Itâs usually smooth and upbeat, but thereâs grit to it now that has you buckling at the knees. âIâm your alpha right? I should take care of you.âÂ
âWho said you were myâŠ?â Â
He gives you a serious look before you can get the rest of the words out. âDo you really think Iâd let you be with somebody other than me now that I know? Donât you think thatâs silly?â Â
The predatory hunger in his gaze makes your breath catch. A gazelle in the maw of a lion, you wonder if all prey animals tremble violently when they at risk of being eaten. Thereâs such a thing as survival instinct, but there are abnormalities and exceptions. Bachira bears his fangs you, a blatant claim of his possession - teeth nearly drawing blood on the thin skin of your neck and you think to yourself you want him to eat you. To split you apart and lick you up down to bone, until your vision clouds with nothing but the sight of his hunger. Â
You want it so much you gasp, a bolt of lightning crackling through each of your veins. You shake your head obedient to your own want. Â
âMy alpha,â You try the words out, heaven on your tongue. A claim. âMy Meguru,â Â
âYours forever. Always yours,â He hums, contented with the show of submission. âOh, baby. Iâll take such good care of you know? Knot you nice and pretty. Youâll like I promise. Even alphas like taking my knot,â His hand slides under neath your sweater, slides just between the edge of your stockings and your bare skin. âBut youâre an omegaâmy omega, and youâre perfect so youâll love it wonât you?â Â
You feel drunk on the euphoria. Lust, lovesickness, lenience, all of them make you want to melt entirely. Itâs so unlike you. During other heats with other people, you always managed to anchor yourself somehow. You want to blame it on your biology. Â
Youâre hardwired to want this in some ways. Â
But now youâre old enough to know thereâs more to it. More to why his touch is safe. Whatâs etched into your bones is Bachiraâs name only. Only him. His knot, his alpha instinct, his fangs - theyâre what transforms you into something beyond yourself. You want the alpha in Bachira, want him to sink his teeth into softness youâve always kept inside of him only. Â
âWant you,â You confess between bitten lips âMeguru, want you so bad,âÂ
 Nothing in your life has ever been so true. No words youâve spoken have bore as much weight as that admittance. Bachira licks onto your mouth without subtlety, fangs sinking into the plush of your bottom lip with lustblown out in eyes. Â
âCome on, then baby.â He tempts. âLet me give you whatever you want, mmkay?â Â
Your agreement comes out more like a whine than a firm yes. Bachira laces his fingers together with yours in the way he used to when you were kids walking across the road. You can barely feel your legs as you hurry up the stairs, worn but loved photos of childhood life and home. Thereâs pinned up medals and photos and each step you climb makes your heart race a little faster. Â
It dawns on you too late that Bachira is the love of your life. Your omega pines for it, longs for the intimacy of it. Alpha, alpha, alpha - Meguru. A hymn etched into your heart. Â
He tugs you into his room and locks it quick, groping desperately for the lights before pinning you up against the door in one swift motion. You feel your back against the wood as his hands move all over you. He squeezes the soft curve of your hips, nails dragging light against your stockings as he hitches your leg up kissing you more. Sloppier, messier - breathlessly chasing your lips and never pulling away. Always running after you when you stop to breathe like heâs destined to be your only source of oxygen. You claw at him, your eyes fluttering shut, rolling your up against him as slick wets the inside of your tights. Â
Itâs embarrassing how wet you really are. Itâs never been so bad So blatant. He laughs a little, the hard press of his cock against your core making you sputter. Giggly as he feels it, hand squeezing your knee tight where he holds you up. Â
âSo wet,â He murmurs against your mouth. âYouâre so wet baby. Itâs making a mess you know? Youâre not usually this messy are you? Youâre not one for bad manners.â Â
You whine against his lips. âDonât make fun of me.â Â
âStupid. Iâm praising you,â He replies. âPraising your perfect pussy the way it deserves. Always giving so much to me. Donât you think itâs mean if I donât give back just a little?â Â
âTouch me,â You beg slowly losing your sense of shame. âKnot me. Fuck me. Wanna bond with you.â You sniffle, overwhelmed as you plant your face against his neck âWanna be with you forever,â Â
A low growl slips from his throat, makes you so weak you could break with the slightest touch. âDonât say that lightly.â Â
You claw at your sobriety. Overtaken with emotions or not, the desire to bondedâmated isnât a suggestion from thin air. You want proof of him in your life forever, the shape of his teeth in your neck. Itâs been so fucking long. Youâve pined for him for nearly your entire life. Clutching onto him is the only thing you can think to do. Â
Pulling away, you search desperately for your reflection in his eyes, trying to show your utter sincerity.  Â
âIâm not,â You say with as much conviction as you can. Embarrassment makes your face hot. âI know Iâm in heat but IâŠâ Your lip trembles. âIâve thought about it. I wonât regret. aI want you so much, Meguru. Bond with me.â Â
He whines. âYouâre so unfair. You canât just say that and expect me to be fine. You donât know how bad I want it. Want you. For so long.â Â
âYou have me,â You whisper, trying not to look away. âItâs hard for me to say stuff like that, alright? So if you get it bond with me.â Â
âYouâre so fucking cute.â He praises. âOf course I will. How can I say no when you ask me like that? So pretty, so,â He takes a deep breath. âSo sweet. So perfect.â Â
Your lungs expand with a breath. âMeguru,â Â
âWore something so cute only to get it all messy,â He hums. His hands pulling up on your sweater. âWho got this for you?â Â
âUni friends,â You mumble, heart picking up speed. Bachira draws the long sweater up on your form, sliding it up over your ass and waist. Itâs shaded enough that the large wet spot isnât obvious. His hands grip your ass, moan slipping from his mouth in appreciation for the touch. âT-they told me itâs in style.â Â
He tugs the sweater off of your body and tosses it somewhere on the floor, leaving you mostly naked aside from your underwear. You paw at his shirt making he laughs warmly. Â
âWanna get me naked so bad?â Â
Yes. You feel ashamed thinking about how much you wanna feel his skin. Bachira is all sinewy muscle under his clothes. Heâs grown a little over the last four years, even though you used to be the same height. Itâs a touch of it everywhere, broader shoulders and deeper musculature, a physique carved from so much training. The muscles of his torso make you swallow thickly, the promise of dark hair trailing from his stomach at the top of his pants. Â
âYouâre staring so much. Iâll get embarrassed.â Â
You find your hands smoothing up his chest and feel aroused about how good it looks. Weird gratitude settles over you seeing your manicured nails on Bachiraâs strong chest. Too pretty for an alpha, but sharp enough that you believe it. The thought of the two of you together sends you reeling with thoughts. Youâve always wanted it. Always wanted him. Â
He only lets you admire him for so long. His hands go around to your back, unclasping your bra in one go. You let him take it off you - self-conscious in how he zeros in on your chest. Nipples hardening in arousal, his hands cup them and squeeze. The rough feeling and grip of his palms makes you gasp - harsh in the way you can only imagine someone who fucks alphas can be. Keening, you watching Bachira lean back in to kiss you briefly before leaving hot, wet kisses down your neck and chest. Â
Before he gets any further, he drags you along to his bed. Manhandling you until youâre laying on your back on his sheets, he climbs over you with appreciation. His eyes trace your body before landing at your core, sopping wet from heat-addled arousal. You cover your face with your hands. Â
Wordless, he grabs your tights and pulls them down from your body hard. Â
There it becomes obvious, your wetness. Humiliation blooms in the pit of your gut as Bachira sits between your legs, pulling your them apart at the knee with complete and utter fascination. Youâre wearing light colored panties - plain with silly patterns, pale yellow. Your arousal is no doubt visible, soaking beyond just the inset of your panties but the entire thing. Slick runs down your thighs, down your ass. Itâs egregious, excess appropriately reflective of how you ache. Your body is wholly for a knot with how much of it there is. Â
The longer Bachira stares, the more it pulses and throbs under his vision. You feel soaked from the waist down. âIs it always so wetâŠ?â Â
âItâs not⊠usually this bad.â You admit. Bachira growls something deep in his chest. Â
Before you can protest, he rolls soaked underwear off you in one go and leaves you completely bare. Â
Heâs imposing, stood on his knees over you - nearly in a trance. Bachira pulls you up by your waist, his thigh supporting your spine as he folds you up until your legs are in the air - bending down until your cunt is directly in front of his face. You gasp seeing his face between your legs. Both of his arms are secured around your thighs as he takes a sharp inhale. Slick drips down towards your belly because of the way youâre angled and bent. Itâs humiliating seeing your legs overhead. He presses his cheek against slicked-soaked inner thighs. Â
Holding you still like that, back off the bed nearly folded in half with only his own body to support you - he dives face deep into your cunt without a second of forewarning. Your whole being lurches at the sensation, the lacking of build-up going straight to your tender core. Â
Bachira laps at your cunt like heâs starving for it. Thereâs no technique, nothing but sheer animalistic hunger as his tongue dives furiously into your sex - nose bumping and brushing your clit with each wet, forceful slide of his tongue, swallowing down as much of your slick with each go. You feel your body go weak, lightheaded at being held and ate so viciously. Arousal comes in waves until finds a pace for himself with little word of instruction other than desperate keening and vague asks for more. Your eyes are closed as tension draws in your stomach. His mouth finds your clit, sucking gently and letting the flat plane of his tongue smoth on the sensitive bundle of nerves over and over - sucking carefully. Â
His face is red when you open your eyes to look at him slurp your pussy, slick up and into his throat as if its a life force. Your eyes lock and you whimper at how he smiles into your pussy, keeping rhythm. He hums against you as the feeling builds and builds and builds. Heat makes you lightheaded, your thighs trembling, feet pointed with your toes curling as you reach the inevitable end of your first orgasm. His arms are securing holding you and taking the weight off of your spine - both of them holding you tight. You see the veins flex in his forearms as he grips you. Something about it sends you careening off the edge. Â
The first orgasm Bachira gives you happens like that. He makes you cum with your spine halfway up in the air, tension in your body going so tight before releasing all at once. Orgasm makes you crashland. You cum so hard, youâre blindsided. Tugging as from his grip, your thighs squish his face as you squirm, all the muscles in your lower body tremoring from release. Â
âM-meguru, canâtcanâtcanât,â You feel his mouth follow you through orgasm in what reverence. His tongue dips inbetween your folds, the only mercy you receive. Â
All at once, he lets you down gently until your laid limp in his bed. His face is covered in slick and drool as you lay there gasping and twitching erratically in the aftermath of your first induced heat orgasm. You stare at him, dazed as he wipes his face with his hands then licks them clean. Â
âYou taste so fucking sweet,â He mumbles, awestruck. His hand comes down next to your head, nothing but pure adoration in his vision - fangs bared. The yellow gold of his eyes pins you to his bed. âI canât get enough of you. Didnât know anything could taste that good.â Â
He presses his mouth to yours in a way thatâs almost violent, holding your jaw so you can taste yourself on his tongue. When heâs pleased, he kisses the corner of your mouth, then your cheek and all over your face. You canât think of a single coherent string of thoughts, even after your first orgasm. Â
Like a livewire, every place Bachira touches, lingers for minutes. Just his name, just his knot - the only things your brain can make space for so aroused. Â
âDid I already fuck you stupid?â He asks, breathless laugh on his lips. âAw, baby - we just got started you know? You canât tap out so early,â He pats your thigh with sticky hand making you yelp and waking you up form your haze. âHow can I make you my mate without your full attention, hm?â Â
You blink at him, tears at your lashes at his face. Your heart feels strange, so relieved, so pleasant, you think you could die. The smallest, soberest part of you is happy to be with Bachira but your instinct is practically clawing at your chest begging for more. Â
âMeguru,â You want to burst into tears but settle for soft sniffles. âMeguru, I love you. Love you, love you so much. I love you.â Â
âEhh? Whyâre you crying dummy?â His voice is tender, so thoughtful. Bachira is so selfish while being so loyal at the same time it makes your heart sing. âI love you too, so so much. Are you crying âcause it felt good?âÂ
He leans into your space, letting your arms wrap around his neck with a sniffle. âIt felt so good it was scary,â Â
He smiles at you - beaming. You want to hold onto him forever. Your soul has never ached so much for another person in your entire life, You press onto him tight, chest squeezing against his as you pull him in for a hug. Â
He laughs then, squeezing you in his arms before rolling around in the bed. The innocence of the gesture brings a quiet giggle to your lips as Bachira presses kisses all over you. Soft pecks on your shoulder, on your nape, at the crown of your head. âWanna look at me this time, hm? Would it make you feel better?â Â
You nod in his arms and he smiles at you again, so sweet. Heâs different. His egoism is so present, so there - selfishness carving him into the man he is now. Bachira does as he pleases with you, but gives you these little mercyâs admits his ruthlessness that make you want to fold under his touch. Â
He lays on his back and drags you along with him. Youâre laid ontop of him, chest to chest - and he keeps you like that before gazing into your eyes so adoringly, you urge to look away. He holds your gaze, not intending to let you. Â
âYouâre staring too much.â You murmur. Â
âI canât look at you even though youâre so pretty? Unfair.â He says back just as fast. Â
âYou say embarrassing stuff so easilyâŠâ Â
He smiles at you. âBecause I mean it, dummy. Thereâs no one prettier than you,â Â
âThatâs not,â Your breath catches as you feel his hands grab your ass, pressing your face to his neck, scent glands next to your nose. ââŠngh, itâs not..â Â
âDonât say itâs not true or Iâll get angry,â His voice is sing-songy as he gropes you with both hands, content to feel you as you rub your body against his desperately craving more touch. You want to be in his skin. âYouâre prettiest to me.â Â
âMeguru,â You whimper. âMeguru,â Â
âBegging for my knot with such a sweet voice. How deceiving.â The contrast in the tone of his voice versus his touch makes you long for him. âDo you want my cock so bad already?â Â
You frown feeling bashful as you nod. Â
âAh, but youâve never had a knot in here before have you? Not a real one,â He hums, voice thick with amusement. âSo I have to open you up nice till youâre nice and soft on my fingers mmkay? Here, turn this way.âÂ
Bachira lays you on your side, letting you adjust so your arm can slide under him comfortable. He lays facing you, pulling you towards him until your legs slot together - one of your legs locked between his with the other on top. Heâs face to face with you like this. He slides one of his arms under your back to pull you to him even further, the other reaching over around your thighs and sliding his digits against your slick cunt. Your own arm bent at the elbow, you hold onto Bachiraâs face locking eyes with him. Hands splay at his face, hoping your expression is enough to get the points across. He smiles at you, fangs glinting out shiny as he stares back. Â
No words are shared between you but you get the feeling he knows exactly what you want to tell. Â
You feel his middle finger slide down until it catches on your entrance making you whine. He hums sogtly, forearm pressed against your thigh as he pushes his first digit into you slowly. Your lips meet again in something softer, heat stricken pining you moan as he sinks into your welcoming heat. His voice is a whisper against your skin. Â
âFuck, nghh - Meguru,â Â
âYour body is made for this,â He says, awestruck and giggly. âItâs going in so easy. Needs my knot so bad itâs getting impatient and ready. So fucking wet,â Â
You huff impatiently. Rarely are you so petulant and impatient. You want more, need him inside so much deeper. From the first time you had sex to now, youâve never experienced this much longing to be penetrated. To be fucked hard and deep, hardwired in your subconscious. Â
 Itâs never been important until now, until Bachira. His first slides in and out so easily, you only start to feel it at two. You tuck against Bachiraâs neck, feeling the shape of his fingers. Theyâre angular, bony but long and pretty. They reach into you deeper than youâre own even with just two. Â
âThereâs a spot that makes you feel good, right?â He hums. You can feel the reverb of his voice from his chest. âWhere is it⊠here?â Â
He hits it almost instant, rubbing your gspot - lightly swollen from heat. You arch against him as Bachira places an appreciative kiss on your shoulder. âItâs there. Iâll touch it more for you, âkay.â Â
So he does. He angles his fingers, his wrists in such a way that he can rub up against it in a beckoning gesture. Your clit throbs in response to the stimulation - sticky, honeyed want coiling in your gut and abdomens as you sensitivity skyrockets even higher. Pressure builds slower with his fingers, just two - pumping in and out of your soaking wet pussy noisily as Bachira concentrates, low lidded eyes. Pressing his lips to yours and swallowing your tiny whimpers. You feel like youâre going to burst when he adds a third finger in. Youâre not expecting the stretch - not painful but full. Makes you feel even needier, canting your hips against the motion of his fingers. Â
You cum again dully throbbing all over your body - the sensation snapping like something brittle - clean and even but obvious. Your cunt tightens, clamping down on Bachiraâs ring, middle, and pointer and how deeply they reach inside of you. Youâve never cum like this before, never cum from the inside even during heat. Silken walls clamp down on his thick fingers never wanting him to go, only wanting more. Â
The arousal is just strong enough to make you snap. You gasp, nearly biting his lips as you shudder and rut - trembling in the strong grip of Bachiraâs arms. The praise he whispers against your hot skin makes you feel so wanted. Your brain chants for his cock, his knot so eagerly you donât know how to get it across other than begging him until your voice gives. The omega in you whines, sniffles brattily when Bachira pulls his fingers from you leaving your cunt so sorely empty. Â
âFuck me,â You express, trying to keep your composure as best you can. âCanât think.â Â
âEh? Thatâs a first,â He hums. He draws your hips to his, hand on your ass as his clothed erection is pinned up against your sticky sex. âYouâre always overthinking with this pretty face but now you want my knot so much you canât?â Â
The words make you want to collapse, how mean he says them while still being sweet.Â
âIâm sorry,â You hiccup. âI love you Â
âShh, shh - itâs okay,â He murmurs. If you were more there youâd know heâs merely teasing. âDonât cry. Just have to stick beside me from now on okay? All mine. Gonna bite you and make it permanent so you canât run away.â Â
âOkay,â Â
âAnd you canât show how cute you are like this to anyone else, okay?â Â
You sniffle. âOkay,â Â
âSay it baby,â He echoes. âSay Iâm yours and youâre mine.â Â
So you repeat the words as best you can in this state, slurring your words. âIâm yours and⊠youâre mine.â Â
He grins. âYouâre so cute. So perfect. Ah, Iâm getting jealous of other people just thinking about it.â Â
You blurt the words out drunk off of the sensations in your body when you hear Bachira talk of jealousy. âI broke up with my last boyfriend because of you,â You mumble, inhaling his scent âHe was really nice to me but I couldnât get over you even though we were together for a year,â You let your eyes flutter shut. âIt was just a few days ago. So, thereâs nothing to be jealous over,â Â
A long silence stretches between you at the confession as you listen to Bachiraâs heartbeat pick-up pace until itâs a loud pump. The sudden change makes you concerned, pulling away to see what heâs thinking. You assume it was going to be something cheeky and playful like always, but when you look at him - heâs blushing full red. Completely bashful, eyes blown wide and blinking rapidly. You feel oddly amused at it as he presses his lips together, hugging you until you laugh. Â
âYouâre soo unfair. Ugh, how could youâŠughâ He trails off to stare at you. âYou love me?â Â
You smile at him breaking out into a giggle. âA lot. Itâs embarrassing.â Â
He sighs blissfully content. Â
âI canât look at you while I bond with you but I want to when I knot you âkay? Wanna hold you really close.âÂ
âMeguru,â Â
He whistles at the sound of his name on your lips, like itâs all you need to say. âLay on your tummy baby. âÂ
He moves aside to let you flip over until youâre laying flat on your stomach. You lift your hips up slightly to make yourself more accessible, burying your face in your arms crossed in front you. You feel anticipation build up in your body, thoughts complete clouded. Your incisors sink in your lower lip as you listen to Bachira unzip and take off his pants, wiggling your hips lightly to tempt him. His hand comes down to swat your ass in a playful gesture. You yelp. Â
Heâs quiet for a while, his hands coming onto your back. âWhatâs this?â Â
Your eyes widen as his fingers brush over the spot. You hadnât thought about it. Your tattoo. Shit. Â
ââŠA tattoo,â Â
âOf a bumble bee and a flower,â Bachira repeats, shit-eating grin audible. âWhat kind of flower?â Â
âKuroyuri.â You say, embarrassed. âStands for love and curse.â Â
âOh youâre really that in love with me, hm? How old is this? Itâs healed. You missed me so much? Iâm so happy.â He says breathlessly, elation so obvious in his voice it makes you shy. âTell me all about when Iâm done fucking you, okay baby?â Â
You bury your face away from him, feeling shy as he kisses the placement before moving along. Â
The position doesnât let you see Bachiraâs cock. Instead you feel it, which makes it much more imposing than you ever thought possible. The weight, the heft, the thickness of it is makes your breath hitch as you finally feel it outside of the confines of his boxers. You donât need to look at it, you can feel how massive it is. He slides it along the curve of your ass and you can sense it so obviously it makes your stomach churn. He slides it between your ass, pushing it through both cheeks but not penetrating and it stretches you. You can barely contain the shock in your voice, pussy throbbing at the idea of him being inside of you with something so unbearably big. Â
He hasnât even knotted you. How can he possibly be that big without a knot. Your voice trembles. Â
âMeguru⊠youâre huge.â Â
He laughs, breathless. Cocky and egoistic that sends your spine tingling like a solar flare. âYou donât like it?â Â
âIâm a little scared,â You admit. âBut I want it at the same time.â Â
âDonât be scared,â His voice is tender but his words are filthy. âYouâre made for me. Your cunts all split open and soaking wet because itâs begging you for my knot, pretty. Just mine. Youâll feel so full with me. So donât be nervous and let me in okay?â Â
You breathe deeply shakily, eyes fluttering closed at the promise of it. âOkay, Meguru.â Â
You find yourself thankful that youâre not looking at him, but at the same time - youâre unsure if itâs better. You have to focus in on the sensation. Thereâs nothing but posters on the wall for you to look at and your eyes are barely focused it. Every inch of your skin is dry kindle and Bachira is the lighter - the match, the spark that sends you reeling in the midst of your heat. Â
Your heats are always drunken stupors, messy hormonal sessions. To you theyâve always been akin to intense inebriated sex thatâs painful unless you cum a few times. Â
But with Bachira your heat is all encompassing flame. Itâs like letting the sun swallow you whole, sweat dripping down your spine. When Bachira pushes the fat head of his cock into your tight, wanting, needy fucking cunt - you cry so loud you might scream. Whats left of your sense snaps as your body throbs for cock, you push yourself back onto him with a groan. You want him to knot you, want him to fuck you full and cum deep inside and plug you up. Want him to make you so whole and heâs so good because he is.Â
 You feel your fists tangle in the sheets, and then feel Bachiraâs body slump over yours from behind. His hand falls over yours, squeezing it as the thick swell of his shaft pushes into you your pussy painfully slow and stakes its claim. You feel like an animal the way you give way to your desires. Â
The sensations and scent in the room is so strong your eyes sting and your mouth waters, drool pooling at your lips as Bachira splits your pussy open completely on his fat cock. Everything is sweet, coats your mouth as you take in a sharp gasp of air. You choke his name out from your lips, whimpering at the soft growl in his voice when he finally bottoms out. Inch by inch, veins of his cock throbbing and pulsing inside of you. Â
Your body is hypersensitive. Youâre so wet, so out of your mind with that your thighs are trembling at the edge of an orgasm. If he moves the right way, you know youâll cum instantly. Â
He leans over your shoulder and you pick your head up weakly letting him lick into your mouth. âGonna bond you. Gonna mark you and mate you and making you all fucking mine. Sink my fangs into your pretty neck, my pretty omega. Youâre so precious baby. Make me so hard. I love you, I love you so much.â Â
âBite me,â Is all you can get out, your brain can barely think hard enough for anything else. âPlease. Please bite me,â Â
Itâs sudden. Sharp. Exactly what you want. Â
You feel the sensation of teeth in your neck and everything around you halts to honor it. An orgasm shatters you in the process of it as Bachira pulls out and thrusts his hips and you cum so hard you shake violently - hands fisted in the sheets and pussy spasming as you cum relentlessly. Bottomed out, you allow your body to take it all in before the feeling your bond starts to draw in so much clarity. Belly fully, muscles tight - everything slows the the whirring blades of a fan coming a halt or a car worshiping a red light. The world stops spinning, briefly - mind and soul and spirit melding together his fangs descent into your neck. You feel the sharpening teeth sink into the soft flesh of your nape and cry out at the dull sensation of pain, outweighed by the out-of-body euphoria. Â
Itâs like everything makes sense. Every moment, every concern, every heartbreak - every minute apart. Love like a nerve split raw, open, tender - make tears pool at your lashes and spill down your face as Bachira bonds with you and stays there long enough to penetrate. All endorphins, pleasure, pain. Something clicks steadily into place inside of you and makes sense of all of your mess. Everything you are.Â
A sense of completeness like nothing you could ever know without him. You love him so much it swallows you whole.  Â
Bonding, a mark of permanence - can be rejected by the body. Bred into your secondary sex after years of evolution. A unique trait to alpha and omega sexes, whether same or opposite sex pairs. Bonds are equivalent to sharing yourself with another person. Weak bonds can be broken, and some bonds wonât take at all. Â
When your bond with Bachira takes so easily some part of you just knows. Some place beyond instinct, beyond every thing in the world that defines you. All of you has always existed in part with Bachira. And this pleasure, this desire for closeness can only be derived from years of unconditional love. Â
Whatever would happen of you, had you been born an alpha or beta, Bachira would be born alongside you and make you complete or you, him. The way the sensation connects you like an invisible thread is proof of that. The ease of it. The desire between you is greater because of itâs exclusivity, because you prefer omegas and always will - but no one compares to Bachira regardless of sex or anatomy. He is yours because he is him, sweet smells and soft eyes and need. Â
You canât help but weep about it as you know he feels it too, secretions from his teeth dulling the pain from the wound as he finally pulls out from the mark and laps at the blood. Â
You feel such intense relief, heat subsiding leaving only pleasure and warmth. . Â
You love him so much you could stay like this. You love him so much nothing else in the world could ever sway you from it. You donât care what it makes you. What it means. You love Bachira as he loves you - conventionally unconventional. Beautifully imperfect. Â
Tears slip down your face as Bachira licks your wounds for you like always. Â
âIâm yours, baby.â Bachira says, soft. Whispers your first name as he says it. âI love you so much. My whole life. Since I was little. Since you called out to me and let me show you my dribbling. I canât stand being without you, you know? So donât ever leave me,â Â
You laugh a little, sobering. âAs if I could.â Â
âWanna knot you and hold you, kay? Gimme a sec.â Â
Your body whines at sensation of Bachira slowly pulling out before flipping you onto your back in missionary. Heâs quick to do it. You glance at his shiny cock , light throb in your neck as he shoves the whole thing back in one go and making your sensitive hole cum all over again. Your own body is ridiculous to you. Youâre making a mess on his cock and definitely of his bed in the process, gasping as your muscles spasm in your waist.Â
âS-sorry,â Â
âDonât apologize for that, dummy.â He kisses you. âHere. Hold onto me.â Â
You wrap your arms around his shoulders and let yourself slump into bed, whining as Bachira fucks you a few times - sloppy, wet thrusts noisy in the room around you. You feel them in your exhaustion, another wave of tension making your stomach burn.Â
âGonna, fuckâknot you, gonna knot you, âkay? Touch yourself for me.â Â
âKnot me, Meguru.â Â
Bachira bottoms out. You feel his cum flood your cunt - so thick itâs in a stream as the base of his thick cock swells inside your pussy. Youâre already so stretched by his dick on its own, you canât imagine the sensation of the real thing until you feel it. Â
It throbs hotly inside of you, deep. The knot swells up until itâs fat enough to stretch your open, slick pussy even further. You feel it in spite of how wet you are, the sensation rubbing on your walls raw punching all the air out of your lungs as he cock fills you completely. You feel it in your throat, his knot in your belly plugging you full as you breathe. Â
âFuck,â Your voice breaks. âYouâre so huge, what the fuck.â Â
He pauses then laughs hysterically as he sinks into you unable to move. âThanks! Iâm pretty proud of it.â Â
You chuckle tiredly. âHow long does this last?â Â
He hums. âAn hour-ish?â Â
Your eyes go wide. âShit. Really?â Â
âUh-huh,â Bachira says happily, collapsing ontop of you. âAnd when it goes down Iâm going to fuck you some more.â Â
âMercy⊠my stamina⊠Meguru Iâll die.â Â
âNo way. Iâve waited too long.â He says with a deep breath. âBut Iâll let you rest for now.â Â
You close your eyes, smiling. âPfft. Thanks.â Â
__Â Â
Your back is going to give out. Â
Athletes are frightening. Your body is covered in bite marks underneath the collar as you peel out of Bachiraâs arms in the morning after. Itâs 7am, and the sun still hasnât risen since itâs the dead of winter. You stare at him, kissing his cheek as he lays - completely rested and healthy. Bastard. Â
âMeguru,â You hum, stirring him awake. âIâm gonna run to the store and pick us up something to eat.â Â
âNoooo,â He says, half asleep trying to wrestle you back into bed. âStay here. With me,â Â
âNo,â You reprimand, peeling away from him. He whines out loud. âIâm sticky. Iâm gonna borrow your loose clothes okay? Iâll be back soon.â Â
âBooo,â Â
Ultimately too tired to protest, you yawn and crawl out of your bed, scrambling to the shower after rummaging through tubs of clean, old clothes in Bachirasâs room and picking whatever you think will fit. Â
You shower, scrubbing yourself inside and out. You feel apologetic using the products in the shower as you scrape cum out of yourself as best you can and scrub your body. Layers of sweat and slick between your thighs have dried down and feel incredibly unpleasant now that your sober and your heat is mostly settled or it will be for another few days. Youâre thankful that Bachiraâs childhood home is the second most familiar place in your life as it allows you to get clean in hot water without feeling awkward. Â
Once youâre cleaned, you dry off and borrow Bachiraâs lotion - rubbing into your skin and taking care of your appearance best you can. You examine yourself in the bathroom mirror, feeling sudden humiliation at your face. Youâre practically glowing, and you reek of Bachira and fucked out omega even after the bath. You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose and thanking all higher powers that you donât have to see your parents for a few more days. Â
After gathering yourself in the bathroom, you check on Bachira one more time in his room and smile as sleeps softly before slipping downstairs.Â
His mom hasnât returned yet. Her shoes, jacket, and other belongings arenât in the house and her gifts are where you left them. You feel thankful about that as your eyes search for your bag, still sitting on the couch where you left it. Shuffling through it, you pop some heat medication dry before doing anything else. Â
You grab it. It still has some battery left, left on DND. You check the time only, deciding you can swipe later. Heading out the door quickly, you make sure to lock up using the key underneath the mat for your quick trip to 7/11. Â
A brisk walk later in the frostbitten air, you enter the convenience store. A bored looking cashier nods at you as you smile flatly in return. Â
You pick up a couple of things. XXL condoms, juice and soda water, some snacks and ramen - along with some easy hot foods that can keep you both alive until you can get a better meal. Bachira has a decent appetite but you donât think heâll be up for a while to eat proper. He likes to sleep in during vacations. Â
âAh, excuseâBachira?â Â
Your eyes widen as you meet eyes with the familiar stranger and his friend. You know both of these people. Â
You could not have possibly met them at a worse time. Â
âIsagi-kunâŠâ You bow, awkwardly thinking of what ways you could end your life right there in the 7/11. âAnd this isâŠ?â Â
âRin Itoshi. He prefers Rin,â Â
âRin-kun,â Â
The taller, brooding one gives you a look, crinkling his nose a little. You want to die. Your gaze turns to Isagi which is not much better as heâs wearing the worst shit-eating grin youâve ever seen in your life. Â
âI see. Nice to meet you Rin-kun,â You say, looking away, âWhat are you two doing here? This is me and Bachiraâs hometown.â Â
âWeâre supposed to visit him in a couple of days actually but decided to do a little sight-seeing first. Thereâs more of us but theyâre asleep at the hotel.â Â
You just nod, silence stretching between you before Isagi breaks it. Â
âIâm glad the two of you made up,â He says. âWhen did you guys start to reconcile? I always felt really guilty after the whole mall incident. Glad to see you both doing well,â Â
Your brain moves too slow to lie. âUh. Last night was the first time we saw each other in a few years,â Â
His eyes widen. âSo the picture he posted wasâŠ?â Â
You squint. âWhat picture?â Â
Isagi makes a guilty face, unsure of what to do. Before you can ask, Rin, pulls his phone out and shows you something. Â
Itâs you and Bachira in bed with you asleep in his arms - your bitemark and visible tattoo showing in the image as his hand cradles the back of your head while youâre cuddling him in your sleep.. Youâre both mostly covered by the sheets. The only caption is an emoticon and youâre not tagged. You blink, wiping your eyes. Itâs so like him, you arenât sure if you should laugh or cry. You sigh deeply instead. Â
âYou didnât know?â Â
âHavenât checked my phone since..â You trail off. Heâs so reckless. âThanks for uh⊠showing me. Iâm gonna head back but you and your team mates should come visit sometime. I cook hotpot for New Years so itâd be nice to have you all.â Â
Isagi smiles amicably, politely ignoring the situation. Youâre thankful your partners friend has so much tact unlike he himself. âOf course. Iâll ask Bachira for your info. Keep in touchâ Â
âOf course. Good luck on the World Cup qualifiers.â Â
They both thank you for that before you turn and depart with whatever left of your dignity. Â
__Â Â
You check your phone on the way back to his place, seeing your notifications in shambles. Fifty messages total, some from family and most from friends congratulating you. You ignore all of them for now, especially the ones from your brother - not willing to know what they say. Â
In your despair, you donât notice the new pair of shoes when you open the unlocked door of Bachiraâs childhood home either. Â
âOh!â Yu-sans voice is just as welcoming as it always is as you stare at her in the doorway awe-struck. She smiles at you incredibly knowingly as a new wave of mortification sinks in. âYouâre back. Meguru is in the shower.â Â
âAh,â Â
She gives you a long grin, letting the silence settle first before breaking out into laughter so loud it startles you. You can feel your body grow hot with shame, wishing the world would open from the ground up and swallow you. Â
âYou know I always thought something like this would happen eventually,â She hums, prepping the flowers you bought last night for a vase. âIâm grateful it happened when you were both adults at least.â Â
âYu-obasan..â Â
âOh donât be so cold. Yu-san is fine. Or maybe kaa-san now that youâre both together.â She hums. âAnything but oba-san is fine. Makes me feel old. You know that.â Â
You make an embarrassed face, sighing as you set your things down at the couch. You wanted to do stuff like this in order. Though you never really imagined you and Bachira together, you always thought for a serious relationship youâd have more of yourself together. Â
âUh,â You flush as you sit at the counter. Yu-san gives you a small smile, head tilted to one side as she arranges the flowers youâve bought her. âItâs late to do this, but uhm⊠thank you for giving birth to Meguru and for taking care of me as if I were your own child all this time.â You feel your ears turn hot as you say the rest. âI promise to take good care of Meguru and you for as long as I live, any way I can and I hope you can accept our relationship and give us your blessing.â Â
You pause, afraid to look up for a minute until the silence stretches on for a touch too long. When you look up, sheâs smiling. Grinning. Meguru looks so much like her. Her laughter bubbles through the room airily like champagne. Â
She comes around to hug you tight, startling you from where you sit, her hand on your head. âAsking my blessing⊠I donât know how my Meguru got so lucky to find such a responsible kid. Of course you have it. As if you need to ask. Please do take good care of him and yourself. This is your home too, okay?âÂ
You smile before being startled by another familiar voice. âUwah, I go shower and youâre having a hug without me.â Â
âCome join us then!â Â
âYay! Group hug!âÂ
Bachira hollers as he squeezes you and his mom in a hug, suffocating you. Itâs incredibly embarrassing so in some ways it feels incredibly familiar. Theyâre really too similar some times. Â
When they pull away, Yu-san plays a motherly kiss to both your face and Bachiraâs. âIâm going to go put these up in my room and hang out in the studio for a bit. You two should have a date, alright? Itâs rare you have time like this.â Â
ââKay,â Bachira says, watching her walk up stairs before shouting. âLove you!â Â
âLove you too!â Â
You watch her disappear up the steps before seeing Bachira again sobered. He smiles at you lovingly, but you pout - suddenly remembering this morning. Â
âEhhh?? Why are you making that face? Shouldnât we be super lovey-dovey right now?â Â
âThe picture you posted,â You say, tugging at his shirt with your head down. âThatâs too sudden. Youâre a big athlete now, andââÂ
âSo? Thereâs no one for me but you. I donât care who knows. I want everyone in the entire world to know even though I donât want them to actually see you.â He murmurs, crowding into your space. âI want everyone to know youâre mine. Donât be mad, okay?â Â
âI spoil you too much,â You say, because itâs true and itâs enough to make you not mad at all. Â
He kisses you then. He tastes like the fruity toothpaste kids use and home when he does pulling back with a warm smile. You feel flush but keep your eyes on his face. Â
âItâs the first time weâve kissed just to kiss,â You hum. He smiles mischievously. Â
âThe second time, silly.â Â
When the realization dawns on you, you gasp - smacking his chest in shock in dismay. Â
You thought he blacked out for that kiss when you were seventeen! Bachira breaks out into giggles above you. Â
âMeguru!â You exclaim, feeling huffy as he pulls you into his arms and begs for forgiveness.Â
Meguru. Homesickness makes you ache, his name in your mouth the only remedy. Â
ANOTHER WORD FOR HOMESICK (I WANT TO SAY YOUR NAME AGAIN) | M. BACHIRA
⌠tags ; omegaverse, afab + fem!omega!!reader, alpha!bachira, childhood friends to lovers, established reader backstory, coming-of-age, romance, mutual pining, implicit sexual content (virginity loss to an oc), explicit sexual content ft. bonding, knotting, penetration, oral (f!recieving), fingering, praise, lovey dovey dirty talk, petnames (mostly baby) 18+
++ notes: readers appearance is mostly non-descript but they are shorter than bachira and have several piercings and a tattoo which are explained in story.
⌠content warnings ; lore applicable sexism, sexual harassment of reader as a minor (details in authors note, explained further in extended authors note), lore applicable homophobia, implied bisexuality + referenced mutual queerness queerness, underage drinking, heat / estrus as a symptom of puberty
please thoroughly read content warnings and tags before clicking read more.
THIS IS PART ONE. CLICK HERE TO HERE PART TWO.
⌠ao3 link | extended authors note | fics for gaza
⌠wc ; 16.4k / 33.2k
⌠a/n ; sorry for the incredibly long wait. as always i got extremely carried away. but cheers for fujoneet reader coming after this! written as part of the @ficsforgaza intiative
as mentioned above, there is a scene in this part of the fic that has reader experiencing their first heat as a minor omega during their heat.
they are being sexually harassed underage. if you find this content may be too triggering to you - the scene starts at the the [ THIRTEEN ] subheader and ends indicated with ***.
⌠synopsis ; you can't decide on how you feel about alphas, but your resentment or discomfort around them grows stronger over time as an omega who presented particularly young
maybe that's why you feel so devastated upon hearing the news that bachira, your childhood best friend, had been hiding his alpha status from you your whole life.
PART ONE: MAY THE BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED..
[ NINE]Â Â
A car speeds past you when you turn the corner. Too fast, you watch it skid to a stop at a red light and feel your face grow flush. You tuck your chin into the collar of your coat, cold numbing your senses. Â
The mailman is at your door by the time you walk home. He smiles courteously and hands you the mail directly when you approach your front gate. You bow to him politely before taking it, the cold making your eyes water. Â
âI havenât seen you in a while,â He says. Nakamura oji-chan has been running mail to this route since you were a little baby. Mama said he has a grandchild now so he works less hours. Youâre glad to see him. âYouâve grown so big. What year are you in now?â Â
You hold up four fingers. âFourth year. Iâm nine,â Â
âYouâre growing up well, then huh? Thatâs good.â Â
Youâre not tall enough to reach the kitchen cabinets at the highest height and still losing baby teeth but other than that you think itâs pretty okay, so you nod. He laughs before turning to leave, and you make sure to stand in front of the door before he goes to be polite.Â
You shuffle through the mail as you walk inside. Warm air makes your face tingle. Thereâs two letters for you today. Theyâre addressed to your parents, but theyâve got your name on them so you think itâs okay to call them yours. One letter is from the hospital, but thereâs another one too. Â
You donât know what it is. Itâs in a separate black envelope with a raised seal along and government postage. Thereâs some stuff for nii-chan and mama - plus some coupons that papa gets from a subscription service. Â
You announce yourself loudly once youâve looked through it all. Only papaâs brown shoes are in the rack which means heâs the only one home. Â
 Slipping your shoes off, you slide your feet into brand new Doraemon slippers and prop your bag up against the couch in the living room before finally hanging up your coat. Your tummy rumbles after you regain feeling in your fingers, and you decide the nap can be pushed back till after snack time making your way towards the kitchen. Â
You make sure to take the mail with you. Mama always tell you to leave it on the counter so she can take a look when sheâs home. Youâre good at remembering this. Â
Papa is working at the dining table when you come in. He works on a fancy computer from home some days. He smiles when he sees you, bright eyes pointed toward you. You decide to hand him the mail directly. Â
âHey, sweetie.â His smile is soft. Ripe oranges sit for you on the counter, cut evenly on your favorite plate. Papa nudges them towards you with a smile. Quickly, you run to wash your hands and sit adjacent to him upon return. You start snacking on your oranges, wondering if he sliced them for you or just to eat. You sit folded up in the dining room chair as papa pats your head per routine. âHow was school?â Â
You look down. âIt was okay. We learned about praying mantis bugs. My friends thought they were scary but I thought they were cool, at least a littleâŠâÂ
Papa sits and waits for you to say more expectantly. You shrug, unable to think of anything more to say. Â
âThey are, arenât they? Theyâre really important to our eco-system.â Papa says. You nod. He starts to explain more to you about praying mantis bugs and you do your best to listen even as you feel your eyelids start to droop. You get sleepy early in winter because itâs dark so fast. Â
Even though youâre not listening too closely, you notice papa stops talking half-way through a sentence. You peek at him through your lashes. Heâs holding the special envelope from before. Papa is very quiet when he reads it. Â
âWhatâre you reading?â Â
His eyes go wide. You wonder if papa is also tired, since he seems so surprised youâre there. His brows are furrow - putting the letter face down on the dining room table. Heâs silent for a long time, though you donât fuss to ask again.Â
âWe got some important news in the mail,â Papa says quietly. He seems a little different somehow. âWeâll sit down when and talk about it when mama gets home, okay?â Â
âAm I in trouble?â Â
He smiles at you like normal this time but he still seems a little sad. âNot at all sweetheart. Itâs just an important talk so I think we should be all together. Is that okay?â Â
âYeah, that makes sense.â You tell him, looking down at your lap trying to figure out what to say so he stops seeming sad. âItâll be okay, papa.â Â
Briefly surprised, he smiles again, using his hand on your face to pull you close to him wet kiss on your temple that you take in stride. Youâre glad he seems to feel better.Â
âThatâs right, Iâm sure itâll be fine.â Â
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When mama comes home, her and papa sit and talk for a long time in the kitchen. They send you to nii-chans room. Predictably, he turns you away when you knock on his door and goes down to complain to your parents. You think that whatever happened must be more serious than you thought, since he comes back up and lets you sit in his room without complain upon return.Â
 Nii-chan rarely invites you to do things with him by yourself, so youâre surprised when he invites you to his lap so you can watch him play games. Â
Mama always says heâs just going through a phase when heâs being mean. You think that makes sense. Youâre happy when heâs nice, though. Â
After a while, papa comes to get you. Him and nii-chan talk in whispers about something and take not-so-subtle glances. Â
Papa starts to explain a little to you as you go down stairs, holding his hand. He squeezes it tighter than normal.Â
âDo you know what an omega is, sweetheart?â Â
 You nod. Youâve got a vague understanding at least. Nii-chan is an alpha, papa is an omega and mama is a beta. It was hard for mama and papa to have you, so they consider you both miracles. Â
âWell, today, we got news about what you are,â Papa says. He tries to smile. âAnd youâre an omega like me.âÂ
âOh,â You say. You look up at him as you walk down the stairs. âIs that bad?â Â
He shakes his head when you ask, but strangely doesnât end up saying no directly. Â
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After you find out youâre an omega, nii-chan walks you to school for a few weeks. Â
You find this to be very strange for several reasons. Â
For one, nii-chan doesnât really like school and he doesnât seem to like spending time with you either. He started going this year, you think - something mama had said about getting his life sorted. Either way, he clearly doesnât want to be going at all. Â
So, it doesnât make sense when he starts accompanying you even a little.Â
âI can walk to school by myself,â You say, not really meaning anything by it. He stares down at you. You arenât sure why heâs so mad. Nii-chan always seems a litle bit mad at everything. You wonder if all alphas are like that. Â
âDonât be annoying,â He says, harsh. You bite your tongue and turn your gaze to the sidewalk under your feet. Â
âIâm not being annoying,â You clutch the straps of your bag, because youâre not. Heâs the one who suddenly decided to walk you, which makes him the more annoying one. Plus, heâs always causing trouble at home anyway, not you.Â
âDidnât they explain to you that youâre an omega?â Â
You look up at him confused wondering why it matters. He stares at you for a long time, and even gets angry again before scratching the back of his neck. His hand comes down to the top of your head and you flinch, expecting him to mess your hair up but he pats it instead. Â
âStupid brat,â He sighs after that. You huff but try not to let it show. âWorry about yourself and shut up.â Â
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[ TEN ]Â
 Thereâs a playground near your house thatâs a few minutes walk. It has a rusty swing set but a nice slide. Most importantly, thereâs a patch of concrete you can jump rope and draw on. You like going there most of all with Miki-chan. Not today though. Miki-chan is out of town to visit her granny in Osaka.Â
Nii-chan offered to take you but you usually refuse him. Itâs not to be mean, but just because doing things with nii-chan always makes you a little sad. Â
Heâs moved from home now, but you still feel weird when you see him since he hasnât liked you all this time. Mama tells you not to hold it against him - and that youâll understand him better when youâre older. You hope thatâs true. You try not to hold it against him. Â
But it doesnât mean you want him with you at the park. Â
(You feel especially dejected when nii-chan acts cold to you but you canât be sure why. Papa says it probably has something to do with your hormones, since nii-chan is an alpha. Something about packbonding. You donât quite get it. Â
Itâs starting to feel like every problem you have is because of being an omega, but you try to keep that thought to yourself so you donât make papa sad.)Â Â
You bring your jump ropes and chalk along with you. The sky is half-blue, half-grey. You wonder if it might rain on your way there or if itâll be blue and warm all over by then. You like the rain, but youâd prefer sunshine today so you can draw with chalk. Â
You think of things to do. Youâll sit on the swings first then jump rope, thenn draw. Or maybe it will rain and youâll have to run home. You hope you didnât jinx yourself. Â
Your neighborhood is small so you know the names and faces of all the kids there. Even the little ones who are in the grades beneath yours. Mama tells you itâs important to know your neighbors. You arenât really trying to remember for that reason, though. Itâs more like it bugs you not to know. Youâre always like that. Â
Papa uses the word meticulous to describe you. Meh-tick-you-lus. Itâs easy to say but hard to spell.Â
 (Nii-chan says youâre just acting like an omega when you do things like that. This makes your parents upset, especially papa. You never take nii-chan seriously when he complains though. He complains about everything.)  Â
When you arrive at the playground, thereâs a boy on the grass playing with a soccer ball by himself. Youâve never seen him before. Heâs got big wide-eyes and a shock of yellow hair underneath which is super cool. His hair is long, just a little shorter than yours and he even has bangs. You wonder if heâs an omega too, since youâve only seen omega boys be that pretty. Â
Your heart beat fasts. Itâd be nice to make a new friend, though youâre a bit unsure what to say. Youâre a little nervous to approach him but you reason itâd be stranger not to. Â
âHi,âÂ
The boy stops playing with his ball, doing a trick to kick it up into his hands. Heâs cool. Or at least very interesting. His eyes are bright, dark brown with a touch of yellow like his hair. You wonder if grows like that or if heâs allowed to dye it. He stares at you for a long time wordlessly. You shift your weight on your feet.Â
âHi,â He says back. Â
You smile. Â
âWhatâs your name?â Â
âBachira,â Â
He asks for yours and return and you give it to him. Â
âHow old are you?â Â
âIâm ten,â Â
âReally? Me too,â Â
âDo you know how to play soccer?â Â
You shake your head. âMy nii-chan plays it sometimes at his school, but I dunno how. I prefer jump rope. I can do some tricks with a jump rope.â Â
He lights up when you mention your nii-chan plays soccer, eager to ask you about it. âIs he good at it?â Â
âI think so,â You reply honestly. You ended up going to a lot of games when you were little. He used to practice lots in your backyard too and stayed after school. The memory makes you a little sad âHe wanted to play it more but he got hurt. We went to a lot of matches when I was a baby. He has some trophies and stuff.â Â
âThatâs so cool,â Bachira gushes. You shrug because you donât really feel like agreeing. âDo you think he would play soccer with me?â Â
You shake your head dejectedly, eyes cast to the ground. âProbably not. He barely plays with me so I donât think heâd play with you.â Â
You feel a little bad telling him that given he seems so excited, but itâs true. Soccer or not. Itâd also be a little unfair if he played with Bachira, you think. Bachira visibly deflates. Â
âOh,â Â
âItâs okay. I donât think Iâd be good at soccer but you can tell me about it.â You say, because Bachira seems fun to be around. He doesnât seem interested but you go on. âThe thing you did with your ball earlier was cool.â Â
He lights up again and you smile softly. âReally? I know a lot of other tricks, too. Iâll show them to you!â Â
You nod. âOkay. Iâm gonna draw on the concrete while you play.â Â
You sit on the nearby patch of concrete and set your jump rope besides you as you open up your box of chalk - all brand new. You came in deciding to draw a cat or bunny, but decide to draw a soccer ball as a peace offering to your new companion. Â
âOkay! But you have to look up when I tell you or youâll miss my tricks.â Â
âSure,â You tell him. Â
As soon as you sit down down to draw, Bachira starts talking a mile a minute about soccer. He took your words to heart it seems like. You think he must really like soccer, maybe even more than you like jump rope and you really like jump rope. But you donât mind listening to Bachira talk. He kind of reminds you of Miki-chan, who also talks a lot. Itâs good since you prefer not to talk much. Â
âSo the tricks and cool stuff you do with your feet is called dribbling?âÂ
He brightens at the fact you put it together without him saying âYeah!â following it up with âYouâre really nice.â Â
Your brows raise in surprise as you shake your head. Embarrassed, you direct your gaze down towards your lap. Â
âNot really. Iâm just normal.â Â
He doesnât say anything else, just grins as he keeps going. You decide to keep drawing instead of talking, listening to Bachira ramble. He tells you to draw for a while he practices his tricks, so he can show you the best ones and you agree without any hassle. Â
You look through your plastic box of chalk, smiling as you choose a color. You decide to draw with dandelion yellow. Â
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Bachira brings you home to meet his mom after he runs out of tricks to show you. Â
On the way there, he tells you more about her and himself. Sheâs his only parent, and she makes art so he thinks youâd like meeting her. Mama usually tells you not to follow strangers, but Bachira doesnât feel like a stranger. Heâs your friend and you find you really like him. Â
When you get there, Bachiraâs mom seems very happy to meet you. Sheâs pretty and smells like paint. She asks you if you know your parents numbers, since they might be worried about you disappearing and you give it to her, even though you know youâll get scolded. Â
It takes mama and papa twenty minutes to come over. Mama scolds you about doing something dangerous by yourself. You tell her it wasnât dangerous because you were with Bachira and you really like Bachira. Â
They donât scold you again after you say it.Â
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(Bachira becomes apart of your daily life as easy as breathing. Despite going to different schools, you always walk to and from school together after meeting. Youâre close friends, maybe even closer than you and Miki-chan who youâve known since you were a baby. Â
Bachira always comes to pick you up anyway, and you walk home from school together every single day. He always has one hundred things to tell you but you like to listen to each and every one. You like how much Bachira has to say about everything. Â
On the way home, you play rock-paper-scissors on whoâs house to go to. You like it best when Bachira comes over, but if nii-chan is home, you normally go over to his. Sometimes, you wish you went to the same school. Being with Bachira is always fun. Â
Itâd be nice if you could be together all the time. You think if you were always with him, youâd never be bored. You wonder if itâs too much to hope Bachira feels the same. )Â
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âSo, youâre an omega?â Â
Bachira and you are playing in the yard today. Your room is getting renovated. According to otou-san, it shouldâve been done a while ago to accommodate your nests but itâs getting done now instead. Youâre in the backyard with a book, staring up at him as he joins you under the shade. Itâs the end of summer break and everything is too hot. Â
You look at him. âUh-huh. Otou-san is too.â Â
He stares at you for a long time before joining you in the grass. You feel weirdly self-conscious of the space he occupies next to you. Youâll be eleven soon enough. Bachira drapes his head in your lap as you sit, staring up at you. You donât bother moving him. Heâs always like that. Â
He puts his hands up and shades his face from the sun. His eyes glow yellow gold just like always. Â
âDoes that mean you like alphas?â Â
The question is embarrassing somehow. Makes you feel weird because you canât answer right away. You cast your gaze away and shrug, pretending to read your book but finding it hard to focus with Bachiraâs eyes on you. Â
You read in a book that alpha and omegas fall in love most naturally. Sometimes they like betas. But youâve always felt sure you like omegas, and you donât want to lie to Bachira so you donât. Â
âI donât know,â You say truthfully. âIâm supposed too,â Â
âBut do you?â Â
You canât answer him right away. You scrunch your nose and think of nii-san, the only alpha you know personally. The idea of dating someone with any similarities to him troubles you, even though you know heâs not a bad guy. You shake your head. Â
âI donât know. Alphas are too much,â You say after some time. That feels like the right choice. Sometimes, you see older kids and alphas and they all feel that way. âAnd theyâre scary.â Â
âThen what about omegas?â Â
That feels easy to answer. Bachira stares at you intently and you flush, turning away and covering your face with your hand. âI like themâŠtheyâre pretty and smell nice.â Â
âHm,â Bachira says. His expression is hard to read. You make a face at him, head tilted asking the same thing. âI think I might like alphas. I dunno though. I donât know what I am,â Â
A pang of disappointment makes your chest ache but you bury it and smile at him. Just barely, corners of your lips lightly upturned. âThat means weâre opposite.â Â
âBut in a way it means we fit together right?â Bachira says, same as usual. Expectant. Content. Like itâs not a big deal at all. You nod and cast your gaze down to your lap again. Â
âYeah. Right.â Â
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[ ELEVEN ]Â Â
Fifth year students have special lessons for secondary sexes, before a secondary health examination. Â
In your fourth year, you learned about the characteristics of your primary sex which is most important for betas. Most people are betas, so you guess it makes sense they spend so much more time about it. Still, itâs a little surprising how little your teacher really discussesâŠanything at all. Â
You try to pay attention to the lesson but keep tuning out, finding it boring and most of all - not very useful. Otou-san had this conversation with you already. Itâs not anything new. Â
You donât mean to sound like a know-it-all of course, but with the way otou-san quizzes you on it, youâre pretty sure you know more than most of your classmates and maybe even your teacher.Â
You find your teacher leaves out a lot of important details about alphas and omegas, though you donât feel you can or should correct her. During your lesson, you start to understand why Otou-san insisted on making you learn at home. Â
Reflecting on it, you think being an omega is a hassle. Sometimes it seems scary. Most times though, it just feels inconvenient. When people find it out about you, they always act like they know you. But they only know youâre an omega, so you doubt thatâs true. Â
 Your first heat hasnât come yet since youâre on lots of medicines but you get all the same growing pains. New, tiny fangs are already forming in your mouth and your scent is stronger than most kids your age. Your body is already changing, growing and you have to get more check-ups than other people. Â
 Okaa-san says thatâs normal. That youâre normal. But it doesnât really feel that way. You notice otou-san never uses the word normal, only says that youâre perfectly healthy.Â
 You wonder if itâs something so strange that youâre teacher canât discuss it. If your disposition is something so offputting. Omegaâs are uncommon but not unheard of, right? So why does everyone seem so hush-hush? Â
You donât know how to explain the feeling. Itâs lonely. People know youâre an omega, but you donât even know what that means. Donât know what it means to feel like an omega either. But supposedly it dictates so much of your life. Â
You keep yourself from sighing as to not disturb your class. The led of your pencil snaps from pressure as you write in your work-book. Â
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[ TWELVE ]Â Â
You return to the classroom early after health examinations. Â
Itâs the start of the sixth year of your elementary. Most people are finding out their secondary sex for the first time today, but since you already know yours - youâre given a pass to go back and read quietly in the classroom until itâs over. Some people have already developed with strong, obvious scents but getting the official results require a medical check up. Â
You want to linger a little more so you can talk with all of your classmates but your P.E. teacher shoos you out of the room before long. Â
After you change out of your gym clothes and back into your uniform, you traverse down the hall and take the long way back. Itâs April. The sun is out, peeking through the leaves as warm shades of spring bloom outside your schools windows. Â
The hallway is unusually quiet. You try to keep your steps light so the hall monitor doesnât write you up for making noise and causing a disturbance. Â
You havenât been able to shake the strange feeling since morning. Such an important day, met with anticipation - but you exist entirely outside of it. You almost feel noting towards it at all. Â
Youâve known you were an omega for nearly three years now and youâve already heard rumors about you in relation. Â
It is isnât all that important to you. But it is, at the same time since it seems important to other people. Â
Maybe itâs because you already know yours, but it makes you kind of uncomfortable to hear how your classmates talk about it. Â
Youâve never liked talking about being an omega, even though itâs not a secret. You pretend not to hear them when youâre in earshot but you always do. Â
Omegas are weaker, more annoying, too emotional. The only thing they have is attracting alphas, and most people want an alpha to take care of them. Alphas are bound to be successful, and theyâre good at sports. Itâs great that they have easier chances of seducing them and betas, too. Theyâre easy and weak so naturally an alpha will want to take care of them. Â
Youâre used to hearing it, and rarely bother to correct them no matter how wrong they are. Sometimes, you want to point out to them youâre one of those things at all - but then, you wonder if that makes you weak and emotional so you never do. Youâre not weak, nor annoying, and you rarely show your feelings to anyone. Â
You canât make sense of whats expected of you and why your classmates laugh you off when you mention you like omegas, either. Youâve always preferred omegas and their company. Theyâre comfortable, understanding, easy to be with and smell nice. Â
Thereâs something exhausting about the idea you need to be with an alpha. All of it is tiresome. You canât help but get the impression that from here on, itâll only get harder to deal with and you donât want that. You donât want it to matter. You just want to be yourself. Â
Lost in thought, you arrive at the classroom. One of your friends seems to have arrived at the same time. Your heart skips a beat at the sight of her. Â
Akemi-chan is one of your good friends. Sheâs beautiful. She has long, straight hair and cut-across bangs and always smiles. Thereâs a mole under her eye and her scent is ripe and summery like peaches. She smiles when she sees you. Â
Sheâs so pretty and she stands to close to you - an arm around your waist with a comfortable laugh. Â
âGuess what!â Â
âDid you find out your secondary sex?â Â
She grins, brightening several degrees. âIâm an omega. And,â Her voice drops suddenly. âChiyo-san is an alpha!â Â
âAh,â Your voice drops.âDid you like Chiyo-san?â Â
She nods. âNow that I know sheâs an alpha, I like her more, I guess?âÂ
You try not to look sad, and try to quiet your heartbeat at the way she shows you affection she wouldnât had you not both been omegas. She doesnât pull away from you despite knowing you like omegas, so you still feel grateful. Akemi draws her cheek against yours gently. Scents you in the way friends do with her wrists. Â
You nod listen to her. The listless melancholy of whats forward draws your attention outside. Â
You notice storm clouds coming in as Akemi looks alongside you. It feels different. Â
It feels a little too early in spring for such stormy rain. Â
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âI didnât get the results of my secondary sex exam,â Â
Youâre on your way home back from school when Bachira blurts this out to you. Your eyes widen slightly in surprise, turning to look at him so you can understand his feelings better. Given how quiet Bachiraâs been today - you figured something was wrong. Â
You look at him, unsure of what to make of it. Â
âDoes that bother you?â Â
Your question surprises him in return. Itâs not unheard for people to present later. It manifests in everyone eventually, even betas. You donât remember all the terminology though it has something to do with a specific hormone. Â
Bachira thinks on your question before looking down at his shoes. He shrugs. âMm. Dunno. Guess it just makes me feel even more different.â Â
You think about what Bachira seems to go through at school and feel your heart tug. That makes sense you think. Â
You shake your head, with new and sudden resolve. âI think itâs fine. It kinda makes sense. I got mine early so you get yours late. Weâre always like that, right?â Â
You hope the attempt to comfort him reaches him. When you look over and see him smiling, you feel unimaginable relief. The world feels more colorful when Bachira smiles. He pauses in the middle of the street, throwing an arm around your neck with a grin that feels like himself again.Â
âYeah. Right.â Â
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[ THIRTEEN ]Â Â
You canât tell itâs your heat right away. Â
 A fever breaks along your skin in a cramped train car. sweat clinging to your skin underneath your middle school uniform, a heat rash making your whole body itch. The noise around you becomes static, cottony as your heart starts thudding against your ribs. Â
Your ears are ringing. Time slows down around you as the speed of the subway seems to double underneath your feet. Your knees buckle as you try and hold yourself upright as the intense and unfamilar feeling of desire violates your senses. Too intense for your body. It doesnât feel like you. Youâre not in your right mind. Â
 Itâs too early. Most peopleâs heats donât come for another year or two at least. You feel so unlucky as the pain flares, mixed with something burning between your legs. Â
You try to focus your thoughts elsewhere. You take the same train home every single day at the same time. Plenty of students take it, but clubs keep you later than most.Â
Bachira often comes with you just like he has today, so you focus on him. His middle school is a short-distance from yours so you try and walk home together when you can. A small promise that means the world to you. If you canât go the full way, you always meet up at the intersection and walk the short distance together instead.  Â
You focus on Bachira as he stands next to you. Heâs watching a game of soccer on his new phone, turned sideways with a single headphone in. You watch it over his shoulder. You try too. Your skin scorches, hot like something crash-landing through the atmosphere as a tension grows between your legs. Sweat breaks out around your collar and the small of your spine. You feel out of your body - floating just outside of it. Your neck throbs, scent glands suddenly aching. Both wrist and neck, all of youâaching. Â
You can barely make any sense of your surroundings anymore. Your breathing is erratic as you grip onto the metal pole tight and try to make sense of your surroundings. You want to hold out until you can get to a stall. Youâve had a plan for this for as long as you can remember. Â
You just need to keep it together until the train stops. Â
Thereâs a man behind you. You donât notice him until you do. Youâre still wearing your uniform - short skirt rolled up to combat the heat of the season. A calloused hand reaches underneath the fabric. You think itâs an accident until it sticks between your inner thigh. It slides up slowly, getting closer to where it shouldnât be. Your breath hitches. You shiver. Your body is hot. Â
âAre you an omega?â An older man, the one behind you murmurs. His voice is crass, grating and dark against your skin. Your stomach twists with fear as your gaze freezes you into place. Unable to find your voice as he touches you, you try not to recoil. Disgusted at your body reacts to the involuntary arousal that spikes in result of it. Heâs an alpha. The acrid, overbearing nausea of an alphas scent drives itself into your center like a stake. You hate it so much itâs unbearable but every is so hot. Â
You have no control. Over anything. Youâre terrified and barely there. Â
Fear makes you jump. Your conscious mind slowly loses its grip as you feel your skin dampen with increasing heat, skull throbbing. Your heat is coming and itâs coming fast. You breathe heavily in a pant, trying to ignore the sensation. Trying to ignore everything, just to drown out the oppressive scent of alpha invading your lungs as you tuck your chin. Â
âYouâre a little young to be presenting like this. Having your heat on a train like this,â His voice weighs down on you oppresively. Your heart is so loud, clamoring noisily behind your ears as tears prick at your eyes. His hands go further and further and you flinch. Brushing where you donât want to be touched you jolt. Â
our jolting makes Bachira look up from his phone. Â
âAre you trying to tempt an alpha?âÂ
Youâre not very conscious. Youâre disgusted. You know this is normal but it feels wrong. You feel wrong. The horror is grounding in itâs own right. Fog clouds your mind, makes your senses sharp. You feel split at the seams. Fighting with your own consciousness, you canât think of anything except trying to suppress your instincts. But itâs painful, so painful - and something sticky is running down your legs. Itâs not you, itâs your body. Itâs violating. Â
Your instincts want an alpha. Your body wants something you canât understand to the point it aches inside of you, aches between your legs and makes you want to throw up.Â
Before the man behind you can get any further, your shaken awake by the sound of him practically shrieking. Bachira appears in the corners of your vision. Â
Youâve never seen him so angry. Â
You can see his hand reaching behind you. Your eyes gloss over as you stare at Bachira. The hand touching you is gone and you feel immediate comfort. You ground yourself in the warmth of his eyes. You try to find his face amidst your tears.Â
âBachira-kun,â Your voice is a whimper. You tuck your head against his shoulder. âIâm scared, Iâm so scared, it hurts,â Â
He stiffens and then his voice comes. Itâs soothing, sounds just like him. High and soft. He hums a lullaby to you like nothings wrong. When his hand rests on your lower back, it doesnât make you feel like crawling out of your own skin. Â
âItâs okay,â He whispers. âItâs safe. Youâre safe. Iâll protect you, promise.â Â
Itâs weird to see him this calm. The loud Bachira you know is never so poised, but he holds you steady. You whimper as he pushes you against his scent glands. He smells sweet. You huff it involuntarily. Bachira doesnât tell you to stop. Â
When the train comes to a slow, you let him move you through the station and take you to the bathroom. Your knees are weak. Heâs not the type to worry but youâve made him so concerned. Â
He opens a stall and sets you gently on the toilet. The cool linoleum sobers you enough to look at Bachira. His worry, his concern, his care. You whimper. Â
âHug me,â You practically beg. He hesitates, clicking himself into the stall alongside you as you let yourself drape around his waist. Itâs not very different from how you usually are, is it? Bachira is always so affectionate, yet it feels so different. Â
 He rubs the scent glands on his wrist on your neck. Â
Above you, Bachira is on his phone. Your brain is too hazy to make the details, but you think you hear your fathers voice on the other side of the line. Â
âJi-chan will be here soon,â Bachira says. You clutch the back of Bachiraâs uniform. Itâs the first time heâs ever felt so broad. âDonât worry.â Â
âMeguru. Thank you,â You say in a half-sob. Â
âAnytime,â He says, his voice small and high and so familiar. âIâll always protect you. Promise. No alpha will touch you again.âÂ
***Â
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The reality of your first heat should be what you expect. You know these things happen. Otou-san has told you to be cautious everywhere you go for the last four years without fail.Â
 But when it happens to you, itâs the first time you feel resentful about your secondary sex. Anger towards your body first, for not being able to control itself. Angry at the world next, for making you feel as if itâs your fault. Â
You grow averse to alphas in the after math. You try not to be. You try not to let your discomfort show and try not to become the sort of person who makes judgements on secondary sex - but for a long time, just the thought of being around them makes your bones chill. Â
The only thing that keeps you from being all negative is Bachira. His anger for you when discussing that day is enough to ease the burden. Bachira bears your hurt like its his. Â
You start calling Bachira, Meguru when you call him after he stays with you during your heat. Itâs the last bridge of closeness to cross - the last barrier between you. He calls you by your first name too, sometimes a nickname if the mood suits him. Â
You find yourself so thankful to be his friend some days it makes you want to cry. Â
You find yourself even more grateful when he tells you heâs an omega. It comforts you. You think, heâs too good to be an alpha and too goo to be with one but you never tell him. Itâll happens someday and you think youâll be sad. Â
But for now, youâre happy being by his side a little while longer. Â
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[ FOURTEEN ]Â
Miki-chan invites you to celebrate her fourteenth birthday with a visit to the mall. Â
Thereâs a huge mall a little over half an hour away from Chiba that sheâs been dying to visit since forever agp. Her nee-san takes all of you in her nice car, even letting you spend money on her card within reason. Sheâs a lot older than all of you, twice your age with a big girl job in Tokyo. Sheâs stylish and kind and always has fun nail designs because she works for a famous fashion magazine. Â
Otou-san has also given you an excessive amount of pocket money after you told him about your day-trip. You really werenât planning on getting anything, but youâre glad to have something in case Bachira wants to make a purchase. Â
Youâre stopped in for frozen yogurt, following Bachira as Miki-chan and another mutual friend, Sasaki-san wait for you to come up front. You watch amusedly as Bachira piles his frozen yogurt with more toppings. Youâre pretty sure heâs not even going to finish it. Â
You peer at his cup from over his shoulder, watching him pile gummy bears onto his already loaded cup of frozen yogurt, wrinkling your nose in distaste. Â
âWhat flavor of froyo did you get this time?â Â
âSea salt chocolate. For balance,â He says, dead seriously. Â
You smile involuntarily before brushing past him, spooning yogurt chips into your own cup. You get different things depending on your mood but always keep it simple. Since itâs hot and humid, youâre getting a coconut flavor with shaving, yogurt chips, fruit and strawberry sauce and sprinkles for good measure. Â
âYouâre too much,â You move past him and wait for him to finish up at the counter. âBut if youâre happy,â Â
âIâm always very happy. I have no place for sadness!â Bachira replies. Â
You give him another crooked smile, turning to where Miki and Sasaki are chatting. Â
âIâll pay for Meguru-kun,â You announce. His frown is instant.Â
âEh? No way, I brought money though? Thatâs why I put so much stuff,â Â
Heâs pouting. You wonder if all omega boys are that cute naturally or if itâs just Bachira.  Â
âBuy something with it later.â Â
He pouts, swallowing his complaint as he knows itâll fall on deaf ears. Â
âFine,â He huffs, placing his alongside yours on the weight. The cashier gives you two a knowing smile that you miss as she rings up, sticking a color-changing spoon in each before passing it back along with your change. âIâll get you back for this.â Â
You donât say anything as you watch the weight counter. Â
âOver one thousand yenâŠ. youâre such a glutton,â Â
âIâll split it with you as thanks,â Â
You make a face of disgust that makes him cackle as you both sit down and join your other friends. Bachira drags his chair to sit as close to you as possible, fully inserting himself into your personal space per usual. You eat a spoonful of your frozen yogurt, unconcerned. Sasaki stares at you for a bit. Your eyes meet and you tilt your head in confusion but she turns away. Â
âMiki-chan, is there anything else you want to look for?â Â
âNew shoes, maybe.âÂ
You glance at her then shake your head. âPick something else.â Â
ââŠOkay. Thank you in advance, I guess,â Miki-says with a laugh. You smile a little. Â
You look over at Bachira whoâs very enraptured in his fro-yo.. You lick your thumb as reach over and wipe the corners of his mouth - stained with chocolate. Â
âYou eat like a kid,â Fondness unmistakable in your voice. Â
He shakes his head sagely. âEating something delicious is supposed to make you eat like a kid, you know? And we are kids. This is what it means to be free citizens of the world! Of this great nation!â Â
âUh-huh. Iâll take your word for it, but clean your mouth at least.â Â
Bachira looks at you with smeared mess of chocolate, worsened by another sugary bite. âWhy should I worry about it when youâre here to do it for me?â Â
You give him flat look. Despite yourself though, you use a napkin from the middle of the table to wipe his mouth off. Miki scoffs at you both. Â
âIf youâre too spoiled, sheâll get sick of you,â Miki-chan says bitterly. Â
âSheâd never get sick of me. You on the other hand,â Â
You shake your head as the two of them hiss at each other. Youâve been friends for years and they still argue. Itâs hard to say theyâre oil and water. If anything, theyâre so similar it baffles you why they donât get along better then they do you. After a minute of glaring, she sighs and goes back to thinking of her shopping trip. Â
âWell if shoeâs are out of the question, maybe some new earrings. Oh! And we should get you some makeup you can wear at school.â Â
You shake your head. âI told you Iâm not interested.â Â
âYouâre wasting your beautiful omega looks. I wonât allow it,â Miki pouts at you even as you shake your head. âI promise itâll be easy stuff. I just think it would look nice on you.â Â
Bachira doesnât even look up. âYouâre pretty the way you are.â Â
âDonât say something that embarrassing,â Â
âItâs not embarrassing if itâs true,â He voices, sing-songy. His insistence only worsens your frown. Â
Sasaki glances between you again, you think. Itâs too brief for you to catch but the weight of it lingers even when she pulls her gaze. Â
âPlease? Just a little? Iâm buying it for you so itâs fine right.â  Â
âI know you said you want to practice on me but itâs not just that, right?â Â
Miki smiles at you, coy. âEh⊠maybe? I want to max your potential more like. Youâre not seeing my exquisite vision but I will make you.â Â
You shake your head, and sigh - pretending to be more troubled than you are. âFine. Weâll go after. I want to go to another store too. For stationary,â Â
âYouâre too much of a bookworm. Boring. Nerd!â Bachira says automatically.Â
âThe one time we agree on something,â Miki replies. Â
You frown at both of them. âItâs important that the world has boring people. How else would we have laws?â Â
âEven you thinking about laws is so boring,âÂ
You shake your head, displeased. Â
Conversation flows more steadily between you, Miki and Sasaki. Bachira tunes out, draping himself all over you once heâs done eating. He fidgets with your hands, resting his head on your shoulder. You adjust so you can eat while letting him. Â
âPee,â Bachira announces abruptly. He stands up, arms over his head as his shirt slides over his belly, exposing skin. âNeed to pee really bad. Pee time,â Â
âDo you want me to come with you?â You ask. Â
He looks down at you and smiles widely before shaking his head. âMm, no. Iâll be fine. I can do it by myself. Iâm no longer a kid!â Â
You give him a raise brow in reply to say can you? that makes him stick his tongue out. You chuckle at that. âGo pee then. Donât get lost.â Â
âYes, maâam!â Â
Bachira does a salute before scurrying off to find the closest bathroom. Sure thatâll occupy his time, you smile to yourself as take a spoonfuls of your melty frozen yogurt - careful not to spill any as you put in your mouth and go back to conversation. Â
Sorry about that. What were you saying, Sasaki-san?â Â
She stares at you for a long time. âAre you two⊠like⊠together?â Â
You blink. Â
âSorry?â Â
âYou and him,â Sasaki reiterates. Besides her, Miki snorts. Â
âWhat a good question,â Â
You shoot her a unimpressed look. âIgnore her. No, weâre not.â Â
âWhat?â Sasaki says. The genuine disbelief shocks you a little. Youâre used to Miki teasing you but not this. âSeriously? Even though heâs like that?â Â
âOh, what? Like touchy?â You reply, starting to understand. Miki interrupts you. Â
âDonât bother, Sasaki. Itâs a lose cause.â She shakes her head. Â
âAgain. Ignore her,â You emphasize, shooting her a glare. âAnyway no. Weâre just childhood friends and heâs always been sort of clingy like that.â Â
âWith everyone?â Sasaki says pointedly. âOr is it just because itâs youâŠ?â Â
You pause. Â
Youâve never⊠considered that. You rarely have time to feel overly conscious about what Bachira does or doesnât do with you. In the first place, heâs not the sort of person thatâs easy to predict. Heâs got more quirks than you can keep track of but all of it is Bachira. It makes no sense to question his idiosyncrasies this far in. Thereâs nothing he could do to make you think of him differently. Bachira doesnât have many friends outside of you to begin with. Â
 You blink a few times, considering it. âNo, IâmâŠsure itâs just with anyone he feels very close too,â Â
âBut to that extent? He was letting off hisââ Â
Miki shoots her a look and shakes her head. You catch it but find yourself unable to ask, lost in thought. Too hung up on what feels like the edge of an epiphany. Â
Thereâs a long bout of silence until you shake your head. Â
 Even if itâs only you, it doesnât make a huge difference.Â
âBachira is only interested in alphas,â You reply, remembering. Sasaki seems surprised by that for some strange reason. âIt really doesnât mean anything,âÂ
Before long, Bachira returns to the table. He takes as long as you predicted, but you find youâre a little relieved to see him acting the same. He drops down and places his chin on your head, waiting for you to look up at him. Â
âDidja miss me?â Â
A sweet, familiar scent. A soft, high voice. A wild look. You look up at him, reassured by your own reminder of his sexuality. You grin mischievously. Â
âNot at all,â You say with fake nonchalance. He gasps. Â
âRude!â Â
Yes, itâs fine. Still the same old Bachira. Â
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[ FIFTEEN ]Â Â
âOh,â You canât mask the surprise in your voice as your older brother sits at the dining room table. âNii-san.â Â
Your oldest brother has recently started at a real office job. Itâs closer to your childhood home then his apartment, so some nights if heâs too exhausted - heâll drop in and sleep in his old room. Itâs rare you come across him though, since heâs usually home and asleep as soon as itâs night time. Â
He mustâve come from the office. Heâs still wearing his dress shirt and tie, though he has the suit jacket he wears to the office laid over the back of a dining room chair. You try to get used to him looking like that, but the version of him most strongly in your head is all the years he spent as a delinquent. Â
His straightened out appearance is unusual for you no matter how often you come across it now. You mostly keep in touch through socials and sparse texts, and he sometimes calls you. His hair is dyed a natural color now and he only has his piercings in on days off. The few tattoos he used to show off are now well hidden under his clothes. Â
But his manor and demeanor are largely the same when heâs relaxed. The way he spreads out when he sits makes him look like the average delinquent. The familiarity of it is comfortable albeit funny. Â
âYouâre home late,â Â
âI had student council,â Â
He taps his fingers against the table, a silent gesture for you to sit. Â
âYouâre in student council? Since when?â Â
You shrug, setting your bag down to join him in the kitchen. âSince school started. I was roped into it,â Â
âThen are you in other clubs?â Â
âIâm in a volunteering club. We help the elderly and read with younger classes and help out around school.â Â
He pinches the bridge of his nose, tipping his head back. âWeâre complete opposites somehowâŠâÂ
You purse your lips, faintly amused as you open your fridge up. Thereâs more pudding then when you left in the morning, but you decide against asking as you take one and open a drawer for a spoon. âYou were already skipping class and stuff by then, right? I remembered because you and kaa-san used to argue while I was doing homework.â Â
âYou heard all of that?â Â
You open the plastic peel off lid and dip into the flan-like texture, nodding indifferently as you sit in the dining room chair across from him. âUh-huh. Kinda hard not too.â Â
âIt didnât scare you?âÂ
âNah,â You tilt your head. âYou glaring at me whenever you saw me did though. A little.â Â
His eyes go wide before sighing. âSorry. I was a knucklehead back then.â Â
âIt was fine. It made me a bit sad but Iâm fine now. And I hope you donât hate me any more?â Â
He gives you a half-hearted laugh, still feeling guilty. Youâre mostly teasing. Nii-san has only grown increasingly over protective, though you still donât know what heâs thinking. He also gives you allowance now, which is nice. Â
He leans back. âNah, course not. How could I hate such a good kid?âÂ
He reaches over to pet your head as you eat your pudding, giving you a smile you canât really read. âYour birthday is soon right?âÂ
âUh-huh.â Â
âGot any plans?â Â
âIâll probably drag Meguru-kun around to the bookstore.â Â
He makes a face at you. âThat brat,â Â
âDonât call him that.â You frowb. âI donât get why you hate him so much anyway.â Â
âBecause heâs always hanging around you and heâsââ He shakes his fist aimlessly, unable to find the words. Theyâve had arguments with each other for as long as you can remember. âWhatever. Fine. Just. Donât marry him,â Â
âHe likes alphas,â You say with ease. He looks at you incredulous, before shaking his head. Â
âSure. Even if that changes donât marry him. Donât date him either. Settle down with someone nice,â Â
âNo offense, nii-san but thatâs not really a lecture I wanna hear from you,â Â
âSee? Heâs already rubbing off on you.â Â
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âHuh? The two of you already broke up?â Â
Bachira lays on your bed on his stomach while you sit at your desk, his legs swinging up in the air. Predictably, heâs watching videos about dribbling on his phone. Â
You havenât seen him in a few days but it makes sense that he wouldnât have heard about it. Your relationship with Inoue wasnât very public to begin with, at least not on her end. Aside from that, you always got the impression that things would turn out this way. Â
Youâre sure that your own pessimism and detachment is part of the reason.Â
You busy yourself with the derivatives taunting you on your graphing paper, making an affirmative noise. âA couple of days ago,â Â
âEhhh? Wasnât she totally clingy with you, though?â Â
You shrug indifferently.Â
Inoue-san was the only other omega in your grade who likes other omegas. Thereâs rumours about Suzuki-kun whoâs a second year and some other third years you donât really know. Of them, Inoue was the only one you knew personally. You sit next to each other in class and joined the same clubs coincidentally. Â
A conversation in the club room making flyers devolved into one about secondary sexes and sexuality. Eventually, you landed on the topic of being an omega. You commiserated about it then, shared some words of camaraderie about the social woes of being the perceived weaker sex and became a little more comfortable with each other. You arenât sure what thread of conversation exactly led to the talk of you both mutually preferring omegas. Â
Inoue-san confessed too, that unlike you who couldnât figure out what you felt towards alphas, she knew with some certainty she didnât like them at all. Â
Another few weeks of friendship and the steadily closing distance between you, one thing led to another. Inoue-san confessed to you first in a sort of abrupt and out of the blue way. It was a semi-impulsive decision to date her, but you thought she was pretty and nice. A puppy crush worth something, a youthful love affair. Â
So after summer break, the two of you started dating. Â
It was a short lived relationship. A break in routine. You dated for three months and broke up just this last week. The first month of your relationship was nice. You ate lunch together and texted a lot. The second month you went on dates. The third month had been fine for a little before everything seemed to rip at the seams and fall apart. Â
Inoue-san was nice to be with when you were alone. In the sanctity of storage rooms or her childhood bedroom - where there were no eyes to leer at either of you, she was everything you liked about being with an omegas. Soft skin, pretty eyes, an intoxicating scent that made your brain go alight when you touched her. She was comfortable to be with during your pre-heat, easy to touch and hold and caress. Â
It made sense to be with her in the way you always thought it would. Â
Fundamental differences in your feelings about being omegas in a relationship would appear sooner rather than later though. Youâre sympathetic, which is why you donât think youâre as hurt as you should be.Â
âI kinda knew. In the back of my mind, I guess,â You click the end of your pencil to push out more led, scribbling out some more numbers. âShe always avoided crowds. Seemed paranoid about people finding out in general. So I thought it might be something like that.â Â
âYou donât seem very sad,â Bachira points out. You give him an amused smile from the corner of your eye. Â
âWhat kind of best friend would want me to be sad?â Â
âNooo,â He whines at you, tossing a stuffed toy at you that you reflexively duck a way from. âI was just worried about you, jeez. Plus, I didnât really like her, you know?â Â
Thereâs no way you couldnât have known. Bachira being hesitant towards people in your life isnât anything new. Heâs never been fond of any new friends youâve made, always openly jealous and always asking for assurance that heâs still your number one. Sometimes heâd go as far as doing it in front of them, which you reprimanded him for. Â
Sometimes. Â
You roll your eyes. âOh I know,â Â
He grins. âI was being so nice this time,â He pouts, rolling onto his back with his arms crossed over his chest. He turns his face to your bedroom wall instead of you. âYou should praise me. I wasnât even mean to her face! Not once,â Â
âPfft,â You laugh behind your hands. âYeah, good job. Still, I didnât think Inoue-san was that bad. She didnât do anything to me,â Â
âShe was ashamed of you,â Bachira says. Itâs weird. A strangely serious sentiment that makes your eyes go wide. Â
âNot of me,â You correct. âOf us, maybe. I think she was being sincere when she said she liked me but I mean. I get it. Itâs not something I go around telling people either, though Iâve been out for a while,â Â
Thereâs some impulse he bites down. Itâs not like youâre defending her, but Bachira takes it as such and takes it personally as he does most things. You give him a small smile as you notice, so attuned to his moods. Even his petulance doesnât shake you. Selfishness comes as naturally to Bachira as breathing. Â
âI wouldnât be ashamed to be with you in public,â He bites his tongue again and you want to ask what could be on his mind. Heâs intending the words to be lighthearted, but thereâs weight there. You arenât sure how youâre meant to hold it. âIf were ever to fall madly in love with each other, I would tell the entire world.â Â
You try not to let it mean anything. The numbers on your page blur together so much you have to start a problem over. It takes you a second to pull the shake out of your voice. Â
âIf you like something, donât you usually tell the whole world anyway?â You say sardonically. Bachira frowns, huffs, turns his head away. His ears are pink. Â
âYeah,â He says back and leaves it there. âUsually keeping it in makes me feel like Iâm gonna explode into a million little pieces. Bleh,â Â
He slumps back onto one side of your bed and keeps watching his game. The sound of your pencil scratching along the paper makes up for the empty space. Â
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[ SIXTEEN ]Â
On the field, Bachira shines brighter than any star in the night-sky. Â
Youâre the only one here for todays game. His mom usually comes to whichever one she can, but she has an important exhibition on the other side of the country today. Bachira didnât show any disappointment about it. Youâre not sure how he feels but you doubt it affected too much. Â
When it comes to soccer, he becomes completely single-minded. Â
The soccer Bachira plays is a reflection of him. Golden yellow and free, like a shade only he can color with, that touches everything and makes it shine in its path. Â
The Bachira you knowâthe Meguru youâve known your whole life is different when it comes to soccer. Soccer is the precedence of his entire existence. For Bachira, who enjoys being completely and entirely uninhibited, thereâs nothing as freeing as the square PVC frames of a net. Â
He splits his life in two ways. Soccer and everything else. Â
The field are still mildly damp today. It lingers in the air, cooling on your skin as you watch him from the stands in utter awe. Rays of light spill through gaps in the thick clouds over head, shining down on the field and making each move vibrant. Â
The game goes on around you bustling endlessly. Noise from all sides. Whether that be in the stands with people talking amongst themselves, the shouting of coaches, or the players talking to one another. Itâs loud all around, blurry movements of team mates passing the fall back and forth make up the scene. Guarding and passing, taking each other into consideration as all team sports encourage. Â
The soccer that Bachira plays is different from the soccer everyone else plays on the field. Selfish, ego-centric, enigmatic - you find that you canât take a single breath or you might miss something. Itâs antithetical how team sports are played. Eye-catching and flashy as he dribbles the ball along with his feet in a movement like a dance. Â
Heâs mesmerizing. Despite all the things happening around you all at once, your gaze is fixated completely and utterly on Bachira. So bright it outshines everything else, everyone else, without feeling apologetic. Without reason or rhyme, without strategy. A soccer that demands to be seen. Â
This is a game with many players, but to you - it is simply the stage in which Bachira shows off his talent in itâs rawest form. Even in a place not well suited for it, Bachira shines. Youâve never seen anything so brilliant. Itâs been years since you last attended a game and seen this applied version of himself. Â
Itâs the first time Bachira has ever felt so close while feeling so far. Itâs the first time you canât hide from him, pinned underneath the honey-viscous weight of his presence. Â
He dribbles the ball between his feet and kicks hard into center stage, scores a goal so beautifully unpredictable the whole crowd roars in cheers and Bachira laughs like heâs delighted. Â
You love Bachira. You realize this as he stands like a center piece in the field. Â
Like the moon loves the sun. Like the sand loves the tide. Like shadows love light. Bachira is more beautiful playing soccer than youâve ever seen him, and it occurs to you itâs taken you sixteen years to find this out. Â
Heâs so beautiful you canât tear yourself away. Canât run from the realization. Â
His eyes find yours in the crowds of people, elated with his brows raised. You can practically hear him where he stands, lips curled around the words. Did you see that? Did you see the goal I made? Â
You break the neutrality of your face and grin wide, uncharacteristic as you chant his name. âGo, Meguru!â Â
Bachira laughs again as the game goes on. Your shining star, your ego-centric sun. Your heart is beating loud enough to crush your ribs. Â
What an incredible view. Â
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(Namikaze highschool wins that round of their inter-high bracket. The team goes to celebrate. They never invite Bachira. Â
Today, though, Bachira has you. After the game, Bachira wraps you in a hug so tight it could break you. You wonder when he got so strong. His scent, overwhelming and sweet, mixes with the scent of sweat and deodorant. You like it. You hug like that for a while, suddenly aware of your lack of proximity. Â
A comment Sasaki-san made about you two years ago pops back into your head but you still donât think to let him go. Â
After he showers and changes back into his usual attire, you and Bachira walk to the 7/11 around the corner of his house. Â
You sit on the curb, legs out stretched. The sun is in full bloom, sky painted an pastel orange melting into pinks and blues. You hand Bachira his soda water from your bag, and split the melon flavored popsicle you bought in two halves. Â
You give him the bigger half. Unusually, itâs very quiet between you two. Â
âIâm going to become the best striker in the world,â He says. A repeat of a dream youâve heard before, but said with amazing conviction. You look at him for a long time. Wet hair and brown eyes. You tuck a piece of hair behind his ear to look at him better then smile. Â
âI know you are,â Â
His grin brightens. âRight! Right, so when that happens,â His voice drops, feather soft. âWhen it happens, make sure youâre watching me. Donât look away or youâll miss it. âKay? You gotta promise.â Â
He holds out his pinky for you. Were his hands always so calloused? Were they always so big, you wonder. You look at Bachira and suddenly he seems so much older. You nod your head. Â
âWouldnât miss it for the world, Meguru.â )Â
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[ SEVENTEEN ]Â
âCome over,â Bachira demands on the other side of the line. His voice is nearly a screech. You donât think youâve ever heard him so excited in your entire life and that is saying a whole lot. âCome over, now. Like right now! You have too, you absolutely must,â Â
You pull your bag up on your shoulders as you pull the phone away from your ears. âJeez, jeez - alright. I just got back from my supplementary lessons, so give me a second.â Â
âAre you on the street in front of my house?â Â
âHuh? Yeah, I am.â Â
The phone line cuts off, going completely silent as you stare at your phone in a mix of confusion and disbelief. Your fingers hover over the call back icon for a second before a tremendously loud shout and even louder footsteps sound in your ears.Â
Youâre too surprised to laugh as Bachira comes barreling towards you in minutes flat. You steel yourself preparing to catch him if he lands face-first, but he manages to pull back in record speed skidding to a halt. You blink at him rapidly. He feels like an illusion. Â
âYou ran here,â Â
âYes. I did. Because,â He grabs both of your hands and starts to tug you into some kind of spinning dance in the middle of the sidewalk. âI. Have. News!â Â
âNews? What about?â Â
His eyes widen and shine brilliantly. âBluelock!â Â
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The act of disappearing requires a lot more work than you couldâve imagined. Â
Youâre being dramatic. Bachira isnât disappearing. Not forever, at least. Heâs just going away for a while, abruptly doing the thing that he wouldâve done regardless because itâs not like he can become the best striker in the world in Japan alone. Itâs something that was bound to happen eventually. Â
And, itâs not like you didnât get any warning. The letter came months beforehand. Bachira was set to leave towards the end of November, which meant he about a month to prepare. Which means youâve had about a month to be with him. Â
Itâs not a big deal. You have other friends. Other people. Itâs good that Bachira is going to be in a place that he can play the soccer heâs always dreamed. Even as his best friend, thereâs some things you canât do for him. Itâs the happiest youâve ever seen him, which is saying more than you ever could. Â
Rationally, you know thereâs nothing to worry about. Emotionally, youâve found out that you rely on Bachira more than you thought. Even the thought of him leaving temporarily is making your heart wrench. Youâve asked him a million questions. Â
Itâs not like you to be so anxious about anything. You ere on the side of calm. But itâs Bachira. Your Meguru, so you canât help but worry. Â
Bachira, dense as he is about other people, sympathizes with your concerns without asking and doesnât get mad when you answer. Itâs easy for you to forget that he understands you in his own way.Â
 Bachira depends on you because he cares about you and you take care of Bachira because you are about him. It fulfills a mutual sense of purpose. Â
This is a normal part of growing up. Youâve been repeating it to yourself constantly. Itâs not like you wonât see him ever again. Youâll see him afterwards, at least for a little while. You wonât be able to call or text him while heâs in the facility but thatâs not forever. And even while heâs in there, he wants to hear about your boring life. So he says, anyways. Â
Rationally, you know itâs fine. Emotionally, youâre growing a keen sense of awareness about this being the end of your so-called youth. Itâs not youâre adults, but youâre not kids either. Youâre going to be eighteen next year. You have to think about entrance exams. You have to think about life and where Bachira will go without you. Â
Time is passing by you whenever you hesitate. Eventually, itâll catch up to you and Bachira will be somewhere so far out of your reach. Thereâs no one you can think of more perfect for center stage. No oneâs soccer will every shine as brilliantly as Bachiraâs. Â
But itâs lonely. In itâs own right. To think about how far heâll go. Heâll dribble himself to the ends of the Earth eventually. Â
At least for another week though, heâs within your reach. You have so many pictures together in your room per his request over the last few years, but looking at him now you kind of wish you had more. Â
âArenât you wanting to practice?â Â
âEhh?â He frowns. âI can practice later. But I canât be in your room all the time you know. I want to burn it into my brain. I thought we should do something special to commemorate but I couldnât figure anything out.â Â
You hum. A thought strikes you. Itâs incredibly out of character, but maybe thatâs why it does. âWe could drink together.â Â
Bachira laughs at first, definitely assuming it was a joke. When he realizes youâre dead serious though, he gasps, scandalized. Your lips quirk up at the corners. Â
âWho are you? An impostor? A shadow clone?â Bachira grabs your shoulders and shakes you lightly. âWhat did you do with my uptight best friend?!â Â
You laugh helplessly. âDonât act like that. I just know where my parents keep bottles of shochu cold in the basement and thought maybe. Iâve never touched it before. Itâs the weekend right? So if we get too drunk, you can sleep here.â Â
Bachira dramatically places a hand over his mouth in shock. âHave you really been replaced by alien clonesâŠI canât believe my ears.â Â
You shake your head. âDo you want to drink together or not?â Â
âEhhhh?? Of course I do!â Bachira says, absolutely enthused at the idea. âWe should get so drunk together.â Â
You consider it. âMy parents are visiting relatives. I guess I can text and see if nii-san is coming home.â Â
âAre you saying itâs okay to get drunk if he isnât planning on coming?â Â
You nod. âHeâd probably be easy on me but I donât want him to lecture you,â Â
Bachira squishes his face to yours, rubbing his cheek on yours with unabashed affection. You try not to laugh. You can feel him so close, smell him so close it makes you a little dizzy. Bachira doesnât let out his scent more than necessary, but he is now just barely - scent glands brushing against your skin. Â
He smells sweet, but in a strange way. It was comforting and familiar. A little unusual for an omega given how strong it was but itâs not like Bachira is very usual in general. Â
Itâs a little intimate for friends, but itâs Bachira and who knows when youâd see him next. You let him do as he pleases. Â
âHurry and text your brother,â Bachira huffs, then brightens back up again. âThen lets drink! Yay!âÂ
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You bring the bottles of shochu back up to your bedroom as a pre-caution. Nii-san is is a couple hours away for a work trip, but you canât get over the lingering paranoia of him appearing back home and trying to fight Bachira as a result so you figure itâs probably better to drink in your room. Â
You bring two glasses up with you along with juice and soda water, unsure about the taste. Bachira likes soda water as is so maybe he can use it as a chaser. Â
You sit across from each other at the small table close to the floor in the middle of your room. It took a while to get the bottles open. Â
Youâve smelled it before but itâs a little weird having it available to drink.Â
âI canât believe youâre drinking with me. Underage. You, of all people.â Â
You pour a little shochu into each of your cups with a roll of your eyes. Youâll save the mix-ins for later, but youâre interested in tasting it on its own. Youâre sure your parents have other stuff too, sake, beer and wine but you donât know where they keep it. You read the labels of the bottle before drinking it. Â
You brush past what Bachira has said. âFourty-three percent seems like a lot.â Â
âThatâs basically half right? Doesnât that mean this is gonna make us super drunk? Ohh, think Iâm gonna throw up in your room? I havenât done that since we were ten!â Â
âPlease donât throw up in my room.â You say, shaking your head. âI donât know actually. It seems like a lot. Guess weâll just have to drink and see.â Â
You shrug. You pick up your glass, signaling Bachira to do the same. He lets out a loud kanpai as you do, making you laugh a little as you bring the glass up to your lips. The scent itself sort of burns, you canât imagine what drinking it is gonna be like. Â
You watch aghast as Bachira knocks the entire glass back and nearly hacks up his lungs coughing. His eyes are wet when he recovers with a fit of laughter that he canât seem to get control of. Â
âAhhh, it burns! It burns so much and it tastes weird. But it was easier to drink at once.â He says dramatically laughing, nearly retching in the process. Â
You stare at him in disbelief before taking a sip of your own drink refusing to partake in the same foolishness. Heâs right that it burns. You always heard that but feeling the acidity in your mouth is different. It feels like all the moisture from your mouth is going along with it. You try it a few more times in short sips. Â
Are you some sort of masochist? Â
âI kind ofâŠâ You blink. Your eyes water as you look up at Bachira. âI kind of like itâŠ?â Â
Bachira takes the bottle into his own hands that time and pours more of it straight into your glass and less into his. Youâre sitting but you feel woozy. He pours soda and juice along his own before picking it up again, smiling with a friendly cheers. Â
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Hours pass. Â
You and Bachira drink two entire bottles and talk to each other about nothing in particular. Mostly, itâs Bachira telling you how excited he is to go to Bluelock and you listening. You like listening to him. You love his voice. Â
Youâre not sure when exactly the distance between you had disappeared entirely. Youâre used to Bachira. To his body heat, to his presence, to his weight. You know how to carry him. Maybe itâs the alcohol. Maybe itâs the drawn out feeling of loneliness making you feel self-conscious. Â
You donât know what it is exactly. But thereâs something about him at this proximity youâre having a hard time with. Wrapped up together, tangled on your bedroom floor while you both reek of liquor. He smells like burnt honey and heâs⊠handsome. More than he is pretty, you think. Still pretty though too. Â
Heâs so unusual in every way. Your love for him sort of simmers underneath you in a pleasant but difficult way. You blink. Your eyes are bleary. He talks so much, but itâs the first time you really think about kissing him. The first time you wonder about how it feels.  Â
Youâre staring. Bachira pauses halfway as youâre tucked against him and stares back, mouth curled into familiar chesire grin. He drops his voice down to a whisper. Â
âWhat?â He says. Heâs being teasing. He does that occasionally. Â
âNothing,â You say and want to shut your eyes. âKeep talking. âs fine.â Â
âItâs not nothing,â He whines petulantly. âYouâre not listeninggggg,â Â
âSorry.â Â
He hugs you, an arm slipping under you and squeezing you. Was he always so strong? You figured his legs might be but thereâs muscle in his arms too. âIâm not actually mad, dummy.â Â
âI was sorry, though.â A beat of silence. A heartbeat. âIâm gonna miss you.â Â
âReally?â Â
You look at him incredulous. âOf course. Did you think I wouldnât?â Â
âYouâre hard to read sometimes! Even for me.â Â
You decide not to apologize again. Bachira would complain. You desperately want to tell him you love him. Theyâre the only words on you mind. But even this wasted, you canât bring yourself to do something that pointless. Â
âYouâre the most important person in my entire life,â You opt for instead. âAnd I hope you find someone who can play the kind of soccer thatâs fun for you.â Â
Another minute of silence passes before you hear the familiar huff of Bachira crying. He cries often but he hasnât done it in front of you for quite some time. He tucks himself against your neck and shoulder, shifting to press against your scent glands. Â
âI was doing a good job not trying before this,â He mutters. You rub his back soothingly, smiling a bit. âGoshâŠdonât be so sappy like that randomly. Itâs bad for my heart!â Â
Your own throat feels thick but you keep it down. Manage to swallow the tears away. You want to tell him so badly itâs making it hard to breathe. Â
Bachira looks up after a while. You do him the courtesy of wiping his tears away with your thumb, brushing them away from his face. Â
You donât realize how close your faces have gotten until you nearly brush against his nose. Â
You think the alcohol is making you hallucinate when you feel a kiss. Â
Your eyes are still open for it. Itâs not clumsy but itâs not smooth either. You blink. And you feel it again, and it lingers a little longer until you close your eyes and kiss back. Â
You kiss him so hard it feels like you forget how to breathe. Â
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You donât talk about it. Â
When Bachira wakes up the next day thoroughly hung-over and much in the same condition, treating you exactly the same - you assume heâs forgotten about it unlike you. You try not to let it weigh on you by writing it off as one of Bachiraâs many quirks. Maybe youâve gotten practice at repressing your emotions better than you thought since it works perfectly. Â
The week passes by easily. At the end of it, you see Bachira off along with his mom and the rest of your family who insisted on waving him off. The thought of not knowing the next time youâll see him is painful but you manage it with the feeling youâll see him eventually. Â
Though you donât know how long itâll be. Â
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The next time you see Bachiraâs face is on T.V. Â
Itâs the first time youâve ever sat in your living room to watch a game of soccer. You had wanted to attend, but tickets had only been alloted for family. You settled on watching at home, though Bachiraâs mom had promised she would relay any messages she could from Bachira to you through text and otherwise. Â
Youâve never been into soccer. Despite your many years spent along side it for one reason or another, the sport itself has rarely ever been of any interest. Youâre sure this is partly to blame on the fact you are hilariously unathletic albeit perfectly healthy. Â
When the U-2o match gets announced and you hear Bluelock will be playing, your ears perk up like a dog. Youâre glad Bachira isnât around to see how you announce to your entire house and tell them the T.V. and living room will be totally occupied during the duration of the match. You invite Miki-chan who pretends to want to refuse but comes over to watch anyway. Your nii-san joins you, which isnât a surprise since he liked soccer to begin with. Â
You know whats happening well enough since youâve had it explained to you hundreds of times. Â
You see several people on the screen during the match. Bachiraâs team mates. Team mates he gets along with. Thereâs another player named Isagi on the field and him and Bachira have such tangible chemistry you feel a little jealous watching them. Â
In the short few months Bachira has been away at Bluelock, you can see how heâs changed. How much his soccer has transformed and improved in so little time. Â
Most of all, you can tell that Bachira is having the best time of his entire life. You can deal with the mild envy if only he gets to be that happy forever.Â
The U-20 games end in a victory for the Bluelock team and several interesting characters appearing. That guy, Isagi, announces to the world that heâs going to be the one to lead the team to victory. You think to yourself that you understand exactly why Bachira likes him. Â
The next time you see Bachira in person is not long after that. Apparently as a reward for their win, theyâd been granted two weeks of free time. Â
It was only a few months, but itâs easy to tell how much Bachira has changed. It was all over him. He carried himself with more confidence, more electricity, more buzz. Â
He was still himself while being completely unrecognizable at the same time. Â
You were happy Bachira was happy, elated to hear all about his life and new friends. You couldnât keep track of all of it, but youâve been spending the last few days attached at the hip now that he was back in your hometown. Â
Heâd had another day to visit friends already out in Shibuya that you couldnât attend. Not that you really wanted too. You were happy he extended the invite but being around that many athletes and no doubt many alphas sounded like a nightmare. Â
 You figured he would have another day or two like that as is, so when he texts you again that heâll be meeting with some Bluelock friends, youâre content to let him go and not tag along despite yourself. As much some whiny part of you wanted to monopolize him completely (an omega part of you, you can admit) you feel itâs more important for Bachira to nurture his newer relationships on his own. Â
And again, being around that many alpha athlete teenage boys is mildly nightmarish to you in particular. Â
So you invited Sasaki to the mall to talk about this and that to keep your time occupied. Sheâd started dating some guy at school and you have yet to know the details. Â
You werenât expecting to run into Bachira with his friends at the same mall. Â
You catch Bachiraâs eye from across the way in the middle of the mall, along with a group of boys you know to be his new team mates. You honestly think itâd be better to avoid them for now. Not that youâre not happy to see Bachira, but thereâs no way this wonât be incredibly awkward for you.Â
Sasaki nudges you though, not caring in the slightest at your visible distress. âIsnât that Bachira-kun?â Â
âYes,â You hiss, trying not to be obvious. âLetâs go the other way.â Â
âHuh? Why?â Â
âBecauseââÂ
You turn around to leave but donât really get a chance as you hear a voice shout your name. Â
You flinch as you turn around. Sasaki gives you an amused look that you elbow her for immediately, feeling yourself jolt. After she makes fun of you, she holds your hand with an affirming squeeze and comforts you in a way only betas can - a soft citrus scent washing over you. You squeeze her hand back sighing, thankful as the group of boys stalk over to you. Â
Bachira runs more than he walks, skidding to a halt in front of you. âEhhh? What are you doing here?â Â
âCame to gossip and walk around with Sasaki-chan,â You say with a shrug, pointedly ignoring the three pairs of eyes on you as you talk. âAnd buy books.â Â
âI thought you said you couldnât come,â Bachira pouts at you, giving you a pointed look. You smile lightly. Â
âI didnât say that,â You reply softly. âI didnât want to intrude, thatâs all.â Â
âYouâre not intruding! Even if you were, I wouldnât really care.â Â
âBut you should,â You insist, shaking your head. You turn to his friends, getting a better look at them. Two alphas and one beta if your nose is right. You look at them apologetically. âSorry about interrupting your outing.â Â
The one of them with pink hair and the prettiest features youâve ever seen talks first. Youâre sure people mistake him for an omega, but his scent is too alpha like for that to be the case. Itâs strong enough and distinct enough for you to identify from this distance. âNot at all. Iâm Chigiri. This is Nagi,â He says, introducing the other alpha next to him. âAnd I figure you already know of Isagi,â Â
You smile a little at that. âAh, yeah. I do, actually.â You glance at Isagi. Heâs a beta in the way he feels like the pinnacle of peace and safety off the field. Itâs a little funny how different he seems. They all seem, really. Â
âStop getting so buddy-buddy with them,â Bachira bemoans. You frown at him. Â
âSorry about him,â You introduce your name first, then Sasaki. âWeâre all childhood friends. Itâs nice to meet all of you. Sorry to disturb your day off.â Â
âYouâre not disturbing us,â Isagi says serenely. You think he seems a touch smug but canât tell if youâre imagining it.Â
âYouâre welcome to hang out,â Chigiri says next. He and Isagi share an unreadable but obviously conspiratorial look. Your eyes widen at the offer, shaking your head with your hands up. Â
âAh. No, we donât want to intrude seriously.â Â
âWhy are you deciding for me?â Sasaki cuts in, making you shoot her a very sharp glare. âShouldnât you at least ask?â Â
âYouâre not intruding,â Chigiri assures, an incredibly disarming smile on his face. âWeâd be bound to see each other again if weâre both here anyways. May as well, right?â Â
You feel yourself sink, glancing at a very Bachira and thinking of the complaints youâre going to receive as soon as the two of you are alone. Your shoulders slump as you reluctantly smile, lips pressed into a flat line.Â
âThatâs true. If youâre sure you donât mind, then alright. Â
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For alphas, you think Bachiraâs friends are pretty nice. Â
Nagi barely speaks, but heâs weirdly been engaged in conversation for the entire duration of you knowing him. Heâs got the imposing looks and vibe of an alpha but precisely none of the aggression - at least from where youâre standing. Heâs been considerate of you in his own way, especially after Bachira had announced the general discomfort you had felt towards alphas over all. Â
Chigiri is similarly nice. You can tell he grew up around omegas and are not surprised at all when he informs you he has omega sisters in his house. Heâs extremely friendly for an alpha, and youâre sure another omega would be foaming at the mouth at how polite he is. Â
Of his friends though, you still take preference to Isagi. He is a beta through and through. Adaptable, friendly, easy going while having a sort of snark you find incredibly entertaining. Him and Bachira get along like a house on fire, but not in way thatâs entire negative. You do feel a little envious seeing how close theyâve gotten in such a short period of time, but youâre mostly happy for him. Their bond is obviously special. Â
The rest of your group left a few moments ago, leaving you and Isagi to a much bedgrudging Bachira. Youâd gotten food from the food court but it wouldnât require so many people to go wait so you and Isagi have been securing a spot. You arenât sure how to be alone with him, never been all that good with strangers. Â
Isagi is good at making conversation though, so you havenât had to do much leg work. Â
You end up at the topic of Bluelock and Isagi practically beams at the chance to talk about it. Itâs kind of cute in itâs own right. You know some stuff about it, but the logistics have been lost on you. Bachira tends to talk about these things more with onomatopoeias than with words.Â
You fiddle with something on the end of your bag as you engage in conversation.Â
âHow does the facility manage like⊠having omegas and stuff in there?â You wonder. You voiced the concern to Bachira before leaving too but he had assured you itâd be fine. You kind of feel nosy asking. Â
Isagi shoots you a confused look. âHm? Bluelock doesnât have any omegas. It sucks but they considered it too high risk so only betas and alphas were admitted.â Â
Your turn to look confused. âSorry? But Bachira is enrolled in it noâŠ?â Â
Isagi stares at you. âUh,â He scratches the back of his neck. âBachira is an alpha, though? Like, a pretty strong one too. Itâs hard to tell from his scent from what I hear but heâs prescribed the really high dose medications that the other alphas take. Part of the rut management and everything.â Â
You blink. Â
ââŠThatâsâŠâ And then you look up, completely unsure of what to say. â..Are you sure? Like⊠really sure?âÂ
Isagi looks at you sympathetically. His voice is soft and comforting. âYeah. Iâm sure. Sorry,â Â
You shake your head. âNo itâs,â You feel your eyes start to well up, chest feeling especially tight. âItâs okay. Itâs not like you did anything wrong.â Â
âYouâre a nice girl, huh?â Isagi says, voice tender and easily sensing your sudden distress. It makes your lip wobble. You want to cry into a strangers arms even though you absolutely canât. âIâll scold him for you.â Â
You give him a thankful look. âIâm gonna uh,â You swallow. âGo to the bathroom. When Sasaki comes back tell her to text me. And Bachira, uhm. I guess just tell him I went home.â Â
Isagi smiles. âSure.â Â
You thank him again picking up your few things hastily and bolting in the opposite direction. Â
You donât really know what youâre supposed to do or how youâre so suppose to receive the information. Itâs not a sense of betrayal you feel welling up inside of you, but something closer to a sudden deep remorse and regret. And so much shock you can barely make sense of anything. You feel the sorry in your bones, and you feel the paved memories of your entire lifetime begging to shake under your feet. Â
Bachira is still Bachira.Â
But heâs an alpha. An alpha who likes other alphas, in the same way youâre an omega who likes other omegas. Heâs like you. You shared this your entire life, but you never knew not once. You didnât even have any idea. Â
What kind of friend does that make you? What kind of friend have you been to him all this time? Was it bad enough that he couldnât share it? When youâve depended on him so much? Â
You donât know how you end up in a bathroom. Itâs in such a far away part of the mall. You feel out of body, moving on autopilot as you shuffle into the empty stall and sit on the toliet with your bag and your things. Â
Youâre reminded of your first heat on the train back from middle school. An old memory but not old enough you easily forget. Hesitance turned to frustration and disgust towards alphas. Youâd avoided after that for years and still do now. Was it then? Â
Despondent, you arenât sure what to do with yourself. The echo of stalls, the noise of people loudly outside, the forceful beat of your heart. A reminder that youâre really living through this realization so late. Itâs weird. It hurts so much you can barely think through your thoughts and come upon any answers on how to go on. Â
Itâs not hard to understand why. Bachira is selfish but heâs also loyal. Youâre sure that sometime ago, to protect the vulnerable version of you who was already so distrusting of alphas, Bachira had kept it from you as to break your perception any further. You canât blame him for that, especially when that distrust towards alphas yet to dissolve completely. Of course he wouldnât be comfortable telling you. Â
You canât bring yourself to hate him over it and never would. Youâd spend the rest of your life trying to unglue the fused parts of yourself with him, the memories and youâd never see the end of it if you attempted. Â
What hurts you is that he never told you. Not ever. Not even when you voiced your worries about his heats in Bluelock. Not even as you drank together. Not even when he kissed you.Â
Was he never going to tell you?Â
Did he never trust you enough to tell you?Â
That hurts most. You only have yourself to blame. The thought makes your heart wrench. Your eyes water as you focus in on the ground and try to breathe.Â
The door of the bathroom itself opens and shuts all of a sudden, familiar footfall making hundreds of alarm bells go off at once. You already know itâs Bachira, but for the first time you donât know what youâre meant to say to him. The feeling is so complex you can barely put it in words for yourself. How were you meant to face him? Â
âMeguru,â Â
You can hear him whimper on the other side of the stall door, fists hitting it in a dull thud. Â
âIâm sorry,â Heâs crying. You want to open the door and comfort him so badly but shame stops you. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry - itâs all my fault. Donât hate me, please donât hate me.â Â
You hate hearing him cry. Squeezing your eyes shut, you try to keep your voice steady. âI donât hate you at all.â Â
âYouâre lying. You wonât even open the door to look at me.â Â
âI just canât,â You say, not really know how else to explain it. âBut nothing could make me hate you.â Â
âBut you hate alphas, donât you? Youâre uncomfortable with me now. We canât be close anymore, right?â Â
You donât say anything to that. You want to deny it. You want to tell him nothing could make you want to stop being his friend. Â
But then, you remember that Bachira is destined for unimaginable greatness. Bright like the sun and even more interesting, more talented, more cool than you could ever be. Heâs an alpha to boot. You think of the future of your life and how youâve always pictured it to be quiet and functional, because thatâs who youâve always been. Bachira isâwas a star crash landing in your life, anyhow. You think of all of that, along with everything else - and all the ways youâve betrayed him unintentionally. Â
Youâve used up all of your luck. Inevitably. Eventually, it was always going to end with a gradually forming distance. You knew that before he left just like you know it now. And nows as good a time as any to put it to rest. Â
âMeguru,â Heâs your first friend. Youâre sure thatâs why heâs so shaken up. Distance would be better. âYou have to focus on becoming the best in the world, right? Iâll uh,â You try to breathe. âIâll be watching from a distance no matter what,â Â
âPlease donât leave me,â He whimpers. You wince. Â
âItâs not like that. Thereâs a lot of people who are beside you now.â You say warily, trying to comfort him. If you were a more selfish person, you would want to be friends. You love Bachira. Youâve loved him your entire life. You probably always will. But you think if heâs had to keep this secret from you so long - you donât deserve any of that. âItâs fine. Youâll be fine,âÂ
Without me. Youâll be fine without me. You want to tell him that, but canât bring yourself to say it. Â
You wonât be, you donât think. Not for a while. But this is the least you can do for your relationship. For your best friend who you havenât paid enough attention too. Â
âIâll stay with you until you stop crying,â You offer. âAnd when your eyes arenât red, we can both just go home. Okay?âÂ
Bachira sniffles on the other side of the door and doesnât reply.Â
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[ EIGHTEEN ]Â
On your eighteenth birthday, Bachiraâs mom calls you at midnight. Â
Yu-san is like a third parent to you, so you pick regardless for the reason she calls. She sounds relieved when you answer despite the sleep in your voice. Youâre up late studying for your driving license exam which youâll finally be eligible to take starting now. Â
âAh. Hello?â Â
âHey, kid. Thanks for picking my call,â She sounds like sheâs doing something. Itâs a Sunday so sheâs probably painting. âDonât sound too confused. I just called to wish you happy birthday. Meguru always called you at midnight, didnât he?â Â
You look down at the papers on your desk, twirling pen in fingers. âYeah, he did.â Â
âYou two still arenât talking, right? But knowing Meguru, heâll feel sad later on when he realizes he didnât wish you because he was upset,â She hums, nonplussed. You smile a little. Yu-san is just like that, you think. Even after being aware of you and Bachiraâs fights, the way sheâs treated you hasnât changed. âSo I thought Iâd do in his place.â Â
âItâs alright, Yu-san. But thank you,â Â
âOf course,â She says. You hear the faucet running and the familiar clicking of paint brushes on the other side of the line. âCome over when you have some time. I brought ingredients for your favorite. We can go pick up a cake together, too. I bet youâre too busy studying and forgot to make plans, right?â Â
You flush. ââŠI did.â Â
She laughs good-naturedly. âRight? I thought so. I know itâs just you in the house, but feel free to invite Sasaki and Miki-chan, alright? And donât stay up too late studying.â Â
You feel tears well up in the corners of your eyes. âThank you for always taking care of me, Yu-obasan,â Â
âOh, donât be silly. Thatâs a given right?â Â
âRight,â You sniffle. âBut still, thanks.â Â
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