#alpha!oikawa

The corners of his lips curled upwards at the sight of you, and completely ignoring the omega that was in the middle of telling him a story, he called out to you.

”Yoohoo, (F/N)-chan~” he sang with a wave.

His heart swelled as he watched the way your cheeks flushed and looked over at him, biting your lip as you sent a small wave back before quickly turning back around. He giggled to himself at the sight.

The frustrated and jealous huffs of the omegas surrounding him fell on deaf ears.

Soon enough class had started and just like the day before and the day before that, Oikawa’s eyes were glued on you.

He watched as you diligently took notes from the lesson or added more doodles in the margins of your notebook.

Oikawa wished he was closer, jealous of the Alpha that sat behind you, knowing that he had the privilege of smelling your scent up close for hours at a time everyday, while Oikawa would have to be content with the softness of it from where he was seated.

You had Oikawa wrapped around your finger and you were completely oblivious... it was frustrating.

As enchanted as he was, he couldn’t help but feel confused when it came to you.

Oikawa Tooru was used to omegas falling over themselves to get to him— one glance their way and they wanted to bare their necks to him.

But you were a peculiar one.

You always avoided his gaze, made up excuses to leave when he tried to talk to you, and you never went to any of the games he invited you to— you were never close long enough for him to start scenting and courting you like a proper alpha would.

What made it even more frustrating was whenever he did manage to get you alone, he was always interrupted by his fangirls and you’d slip away just like that.

But not today— Oikawa was certain that he’d get you alone and finally- finally- make his intentions clear.

He knew you always slipped out of class to go to the library right when lunch started— just one of the many ways you evaded him— and chasing after you then was almost always impossible because, one, he was usually bombarded by his fanclub, and two, he always used his lunch period to practice in the gym.

But he figured today he could use his lunch period a little differently.

For now, he was content with watching your cute little reactions to the lesson.

—

The periods leading to lunch passed by quickly. But then again they usually did when you were there to distract him simply by existing. 

As usual, he watched as you easily slipped out of the door, making your way to the library and again— as usual— Oikawa was immediately crowded by the overwhelming amount of omegas that usually clung to his side. Only this time, he made up an excuse to escape them, quickly telling Iwaizumi he’d be late to practice, leaving the ace very confused.

It seemed that you already had a much larger head start as you were already no where in sight. So with new intent Oikawa stalked towards the library, paying the omegas that tried to get his attention in the hall no mind.

By the time Oikawa found you, you were already settled at a table with your back turned to him, thumbing through a book. And every step towards your table intensified your scent and Oikawa felt himself buzzing with excitement, plastering one of his sickly sweet grins that concealed a much more devious one beneath the surface.

You were finally within his reach, alone, and no where to run off too.

”(F/N)-chan!” Oikawa cheered loudly, much too loudly for a library, and planting his hands on your shoulders from behind.

You nearly jumped out of your skin with a shriek, blushing profusely when the librarian shushed you and other students gave you two dirty looks.

You blinked owlishly, looking upwards and coming face to face with Oikawa Tooru.

His grin grew at your confused expression, completely speechless.

‘Cute’

”O-Oikawa-san?” You stuttered in surprise, “I— w-what?” You quickly cleared your throat, in attempts of composing yourself, “C-can I help you with something?”

He hummed, squeezing your shoulders before moving to sit down in the seat beside you, moving in much closer than you thought was necessary.

Your heart pounded, blood rushing through your ears at the sight of the attractive setter peering closely at you.

”Have you been avoiding me, (F/N)-chan?”

Your stomach lurched at the question— ‘he noticed?’

Why— why would he notice something like that? You just wanted to cut down on his polite greetings and little conversations, he did funny things to your heart, and not to mention getting to escape the gazes of the other omegas in his fan club.

”Of course not!” You yelped, blushing more at the glare the librarian sent you.

”Hm? Really? Because I remember you running away when I called your name in the hallway a couple days ago.”

”Well I—“

”And you never come to any of my games,” he whined, suddenly throwing his arms around you, “Do you not like me (F/N)-chan?”

”What!? N-no— I like you!” you squeaked, stiffening in his grasp.

You felt your brain malfunction, he was touching you, and— ‘God, he smells so good’

He looked up at you, chin on your shoulder, “Then will you come to my game tomorrow?”

Your mouth fell open and close a few times, his pleading eyes putting you on the spot, and you found yourself nodding.

”Okay,” you replied softly.

His grin grew, “I’ll be expecting you then. You won’t let me down right?”

”... No.”

”Good,” he pulled away before standing up, “I need to go to practice now. I’ll see you later, omega-chan,” he purred your presentation, and you felt your heart in your throat, liking how it sounded coming from his lips. 

Before you knew it he was ruffling your hair and already leaving the library.

You could finally breathe easy after the unexpected encounter— at least you thought you could. But when you did, you were met with Oikawa’s strong scent still lingering.

You tensed again, eyes widening.

You pressed your nose to your shoulder.

There were a few things you were certain about in life, and one of which being alphas such as Oikawa Tooru didn’t court omegas like you.

And yet...

You pressed your face deeper into his jacket, ignoring the sympathetic look Iwaizumi gave you from the court as the rotten scent of jealousy flooded the air. Oikawa didn't even realize -- or maybe he did and just didn't care -- how much drama his existence in your life stirred up around you. It didn't matter, though.

You'd put up with just about anything as long as he'd stay.

* * *

You’d been friends since you were kids. Maybe that was why he never saw you the way you saw him. After all, he’d been around since the two of you were in diapers; by the time Iwaizumi was added to the mix, the two of you were hitting that weird age when girls were gross and guys were bullies and, honestly, it was shocking the friendship held up at all.

Because Oikawa was mean.

You’d seen the dead-eyed looks he gave to the girls who pushed just a little too hard; heard the snarky comments he’d learned to keep to himself over the years. He’d left a trail of heartbreak and longing through your childhood, so it was almost a relief when he managed to pull on that obnoxious mask of his. Even if it did mean that the tactics for getting close to him had taken on another form.

“Hey, Y/N!” You paused, turning to the grinning girl from -- your math class, you believed -- and tried not to look as confused as you felt. The two of you had been in the same classes since your first year of middle school, and she’d never shown an ounce of interest in talking to you before.

“Wanna walk home together?” Oh, right. You guys were neighbors. Hesitantly, you nodded, and it was the start of a beautiful friendship. One of the few that you’d managed outside of Iwaizumi and Oikawa, and that was its own form of comfort.

For a while, anyway.

Slowly, the friendship began to wilt as her fixation with your childhood friend became clear; by the time the two of them started dating, you’d realized -- albeit a bit bitterly -- that you’d been a stepping stone to getting what she’d really wanted. You weren’t the only one, though; when you presented as an omega later that year, and she a beta, you’d taken some satisfaction in the fact that she was intimidated by what that would mean for her relationship. Y’know, since Oikawa was an alpha.

* * *

“She really doesn’t like you.” Iwaizumi commented softly, a bit amused as the two of you settled in to eat lunch; you smirked a bit to yourself, shrugging.

“She should’ve been focusing on Oikawas fanclub instead of me; not my fault she thought I was in the running to be his mate.” They’d made it a year before she’d gotten sick of his attention to volleyball, and when they broke up and he promptly began humoring the advances of her little friends, she’d been very open with her seething.

“Aren’t you?” Iwaizumi asked curiously and you fumbled with your spoon, wincing when it clattered onto your desk.

“Of course not.” The mutter wasn’t very convincing, but he didn’t push again that day.

* * *

You were never the jealous type. Oikawa had spent your entire life trying to find the person who would stay -- trying to find someone who would be content to wait for his love and attention. Someone who would put up with his late practices, and the way he snapped at them when he was hurting from overdoing it.

And he found her.

She was patient, and kind, and her smiles were like sunshine. You’d never felt truly afraid of his flings until she’d looked at you -- so genuine and smelling like flowers -- and smiled. When she said she wanted to be your friend, she meant it; you tried hard not to hate her for being perfect. You knew immediately she was the one; you couldn’t help but look at Oikawa to gauge his reaction -- did he see it too?

The little omega fit into your friend group easily; since he usually dated betas, you weren’t used to having someone around that could take your place. When she became the team manager, you’d gone home and screamed into your pillow; unaccustomed to the agony of realizing you were being left behind in favor of someone just a little softer. A little kinder. More open about how she felt.

Silently, your resentment grew until it was unbearable. Every touch, and laugh, and gift-- you’d never wanted so badly to see Oikawa break someone's heart, and that was wrong. If anyone had noticed your spiraling, they didn’t comment; by the time she finally worked up to asking Oikawa to be her boyfriend, you’d started trying to put as much distance between yourself and the alpha as possible.

* * *

“Y/N!” Oikawas voice garnered your attention and you rolled your eyes heavenward, already plotting your escape. When you turned to him, his fingers were laced with hers, and you willed yourself not to start pumping out disapproving pheromones.

“What’s up?” You tried to sound casual, despite knowing you were going to deny whatever request he had. It had been months since the two of you had hung out, and you didn’t plan to stop now. You just had to last another year or so and then you’d be off to university; you could make up some kind of excuse to dodge their wedding.

“Wanna grab dinner with us?” She was the one to ask and it took you by surprise.

“I’m alright, but thanks for thinking of me.” Her smile was understanding and you wondered if she knew how badly you wanted her alpha.

Maybe it was some kind of cosmic justice for being so smug about your position in Oikawas life; every time you’d smirked to yourself when he dumped another one of his little beta girlfriends. Before anything else could be said, you were already walking away, and telling yourself not to read too much into his disappointed expression.

* * *

“So you’re really going to let her have him, huh?” Matsukawa asked as you inhaled and you managed to choke on smoke.

“The fuck are you even talking about?” You wheezed as he snickered, plucking the joint from your fingers.

“Oikawa. We always thought you’d work up the nerve to confess if we just left it alone, but we’re third years, now, and you’re still pretending that you haven't been pining for him since you guys were kids.” Iwaizumi hummed his agreement from the couch, giving you a look and you could feel yourself warming uncomfortably.

“I’m not a homewrecker, guys; if he was interested in me, he would have said something by now.”

“Maybe he’s been thinking the same way.” Hanamaki shot back as you waved off their prodding, and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m the omega, here, I’m not supposed to do the chasing!” You whined playfully and they howled with laughter; the subject was dropped, and you passed out on the floor a little bit later.

* * *

“She… she broke up with him?” You asked, tentatively, and Iwaizumi nodded. “Why?”

“Because he’s an idiot--” He grunted when you smacked his chest. “Why do you think? He spends all his time on the court; she got sick of waiting around for him.”

“How stupid.” You immediately huffed, internally seething because you’d been so sure she was going to be his omega for the rest of his damn life. The two of you hadn’t spoken in… well, you honestly couldn’t remember how long; you’d been so starved to even lay eyes on him that when he’d come in late to the Karasuno practice match you’d almost melted.

“Shouldn’t you be happy?” Iwaizumi teased, and you gave him a glare.

“For what? He’s probably hurting over it, and I’ve been dodging him for months--” You let out a groan, pressing your hands to your face and feeling awful for your behavior.

“He’s practicing late today.” The words were tossed out casually as the other alpha headed home, smirking when you immediately headed towards the gym.

* * *

“...’Ru?” You called softly, slipping inside with a wince as his serve bounced off the wall.

The smell of distressed alpha was almost overwhelming; he clearly hadn’t been expecting to be interrupted. For a moment, you felt stupid for even coming -- what were you supposed to say, even? -- and when his icy gaze landed on you, there was a moment where you just knew he was going to bite out something caustic.

“What, Y/N?” It wasn’t said with any warmth, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought, so you risked heading his direction. Everything in you was clawing at you to soothe him, and it was almost physically painful when you came within arms reach of him.

“I’m sorry.” The smell seemed to dissipate slightly as he ran his fingers through his hair, letting out a long sigh.

“Don’t be. It’s not like you did anything wrong.” There was a long silence where the two of you just stared at one another, uncertain as to what should be said after such an awkward situation.

“I missed you.” After working up the nerve, you managed to spit it out on a whisper, hands curling into fists at your sides.

Believe it or not, Oikawa gave the best hugs.

* * *

The next one didn’t like you.

She was pretty, and popular, and very open about it. You tried not to take it personally when he kept dating her. They made it a month, and only broke up because she caused a scene about you showing up to one of his games -- never mind that you were friends with all the other third years, as well -- and it had embarrassed him.

She hadn’t known that, because she couldn’t smell the fluctuating scents in the air like alphas and omegas could, so naturally it was your fault as far as she was concerned; she made it her personal goal to make you miserable.

Honestly, she was doing a pretty shit job of it until she started spouting off about how you were the reason they broke up. Because you were in love with him, and needy, and clingy-- and it hit just a little bit too close to home, making you fumble over your denials; even long after she got over it, the rumors were there, whispered among your classmates.

It had always been something that was thought but never said, and once the words were out in the world they couldn’t be taken back.

* * *

“Your heats coming on, huh?” Hanamaki snickered, ruffling your hair as you tried to align the edge of your notebook with the edge of your desk.

“Gonna ask Oikawa to help you out this time?”

“Shut up, Makki.” You hissed, baring your teeth at the cooing alpha. He just laughed off your attitude, and you were so fixated on organizing your space that you didn’t even realize that the man in question was standing just in earshot, turning a pretty shade of pink at the idea.

* * *

“For the love of--” You let out a distressed whine as you tore down your nest for the nth time, just about in tears because it wouldn’t do what you wanted it to. The blankets weren’t right, and everything smelled off and--

“I’m coming in!” The call made you tense, already preparing to chew out whoever was interrupting you, until the distinct smell of alpha washed over you. Your alpha. Except he wasn’t -- not really -- and it wasn’t like you could just--

“How’re you feeling?” Oikawa’s pretty voice seemed to completely overtake your senses; you resisted the urge to whine for him.

“How do you think?” You huffed, wiping at your eyes furiously and throwing the pillow you’d been fighting with onto the floor. The alpha snickered when you spun around to glare through misty eyes, just about ready to throw in the towel and settle for your bed instead of a proper nest.

“Hey, whoa, don’t cry!” He cooed, dropping his duffel bag beside your bedroom door as he let himself in; kicking the door shut behind him. Long arms looped around you and you couldn’t resist whimpering into his chest, nuzzling into the embrace for comfort. His purr made your legs tremble; the smell of your want would have been humiliating at any other point in time.

“Tooru--” You keened as your thoughts began to grow foggy, and he ran his fingers through your hair, shushing you.

“I’ve got you, ‘mega,” Soft and sweet and self-assured-- his tone alone had you purring for him.

“Want help with your nest?” You nodded eagerly and he chuckled, squeezing you a bit tighter for a minute before stepping back far enough that you could look him in the eye.

The brown of his eyes was almost completely shrouded by his blown pupils and it gave you goosebumps; neither of you acknowledged the weird tension, though, and he started gathering your mess of nesting supplies.

* * *

School the next week was embarrassing. Your whole room stunk of Oikawa for the entirety of your heat, and the scent was clinging to you even after it was over. Even though he didn’t do anything.

Helped you make your nest, and scented some stuff for you. He was there until you’d started stripping -- shamelessly -- and then he’d made a hasty retreat and part of you was absolutely humiliated. The rejection had made your heat particularly painful, even though you knew he hadn’t meant anything by it.

He never did.

“Feelin’ better?” Hanamaki teased, and you flinched, picking at the loose strings of your sweater.

“Uh. Yeah.” The dry response had all of the third years stiffening in alarm; you could see Iwaizumi glaring at Oikawa from the corner of your eye. Looking to save your friend from his teammates, you forced a grin and batted your eyes a bit.

"Just taking a while to bounce back, I guess! Don't worry, I'm good."

* * *

But of course they worried.

"Talk to her!" Iwaizumi was hissing somewhere behind you, and you rolled your eyes at the drama of it all. Your emotions were so raw, still; you were really hoping you weren't gonna snap at them for just trying to fix the situation. Thus, you tried your best to speed walk away from them, despite their long-ass strides.

"Y/N!" Oikawas voice gave you goosebumps, and you tried to shake off the urge to wait for him. Pretending you hadn't heard, you picked up your pace, now just about jogging to escape the incoming conversation.

"I know where you live, you dumby!" He called as you scampered to turn down a nearby alley, trying to recall the shortcut you'd only used a handful of times. Regardless, you finally came to a stop, realizing you could have this uncomfortable conversation in front of your parents, or in a dimly lit alley with some semblance of real privacy.

"What, Oikawa?" You demanded, pouting as he came to a halt across from you.

"Ouch, no "Tooru" or "Ru"?" He tried to tease you, and you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms across your chest. He rubbed the back of his neck, giving you a weak smile.

"Look, about last week--"

"I cannot express to you how much I don’t want to talk about this." You interrupted softly, already feeling anxious about whatever it was he was going to say.

"Well, we need to." He sighed, and you grew even more tense, if that was even possible.

"Fine." You grit your teeth, already preparing yourself for his rejection; you tried to contain the emotional outburst you could feel coming on.

"I'm sorry I left you like that, I just didn't want to… make things weird, y'know? We've been friends for so long, and--"

"Yes, 'Ru, yes, I get it. We're just friends, can I go now?" His pretty brown eyes widened as you bit out the words, and you could see the gears slowly turning in his head.

"... why are you upset?" Oikawa asked, voice soothing as he inched closer; you took a step back to keep some distance between the two of you.

"I'm not. I just don't need to get the "we're just friends" speech when I've been giving it to myself for fucking years, okay? I didn't expect anything from you, and there's no hard feelings. Goodnight." You tried not to spit it with all the pent up frustration you had, turning on your heel and leaving him there.

* * *

Courting an alpha like Oikawa was stupid.

You reiterated it to yourself over and over and over to yourself throughout the years. Even though you wanted to, like every other dumb omega and beta girl who'd laid eyes on him. You’d stepped aside for every girlfriend; kept your mouth shut with every confession. Never pressured him for anything more than he was willing to give you.

And yet.

School was so fucking awkward. You dodged the entire volleyball club for most of the week  before Iwaizumi got sick of it and cornered you in the hallway.

"I don't know how I could make it any clearer without just telling him I'm in love with him, alright? And I don't care if it makes me a coward, I just… I can't, okay?" You sighed, and he sighed, and then you went on dodging all your friends for another day before deciding to just stay home for a while.

Perks of being an omega.

* * *

Your bedroom door rattled the walls when it was flung open, and you let out a low whine of disapproval. Buried beneath the remains of your nest -- that still smelled deliciously of Oikawa -- you didn't even realize who it was who'd come into your space. Not until long limbs shuffled beneath your fortress of blankets and pillows, anyway.

"Y/N." Oikawas voice set your teeth on edge, making you flinch away as he laid beside you.

"Tooru." You murmured back, meeting his gaze beneath the blankets. His touch was almost reverent as he cupped your cheek, thumb tracing patterns just beneath your eye.

"Can I kiss you?" The question was almost inaudible over the sound of your own heartbeat.

"Only if it means something." The corner of his lips curled as he leaned forward and sealed his lips to yours.

* * *

"Alpha!" You whined, squirming as Oikawa pressed your hands to the mattress, fingers laced through yours as he chuckled against your neck.

"Shh, baby, I've got you." His hips ground against yours and you let out a keening moan. His teeth teased the tender scent glands on your neck and you came undone, earning yourself the rare growl from your boyfriend. Your alpha. Yours.

“Mine.” He sounded feral, barely managing to form words between his own growls and huffs; then, to your shock, he drew blood, biting down on your neck-- marking you-- and you whimpered, bowing into him.

“Yours.”

“Who-“

“You can call me Fate,” she interrupted then giggled, her green-blue eyes sparkling. She suddenly sat down on the ground in front of Kageyama, making him finally notice that she was floating seconds before.

Kageyama tensed when she grabbed his hands in hers.

“I’ve been following you since you met your soul mate, and I…” she started, her eyes watering. “I was shipping you two the whole time! It was devastating how your lives ended!”

Shipping? Kageyama arched a brow. He rapidly went through his past actions seeing if he did anything so bad that the gods would put him in an eternal state of insanity. Wait, “lives?” Before Kageyama could ask about Oikawa, Fate continued on with her speech.

“But I couldn’t let it end this way!” she claimed dramatically, throwing an arm over her eyes. “So I saved your soul and I’m going to give you a second chance at being with your beloved!”

“What?” Kageyama breathed. He stared at Fate intently. Thinking about Oikawa was suddenly bringing back painful memories. He prayed Oikawa was safe and that he was successful in his mission.

“I’m going to reincarnate you so you can meet your soul mate once more,” Fate explained, a little more calmly. Her eyes were still watery and her cheeks flushed with excitement. “Even I can feel the strength of your bond with him, and it’d be rude of me to completely cut you two off.”

Kageyama felt dazed. This was so much to take in. Half of what she was saying made no sense to him.

“Thank you,” he finally said. “I still love him, so thank you very much.”

Fate squealed with delight, not noticing that the sound made Kageyama wince.

“Of course! Of course!” she said, but suddenly her face turned serious. “When you are reincarnated, you and your soul mate will chance upon each other and because of your bond the attraction will be immediate!”

“Immediate?” Kageyama repeated. “Will it be that easy?”

“I’ll ma-“

“It won’t.”

Kageyama looked at the hand that suddenly appeared on his shoulder. His eyes traveled up the arm to its owner, a tall male with brown hair. He was grinning and had a mischievous look in his gold eyes.

“Mischief! Don’t you dare try to do anything!” Fate warned, wagging her finger at the taller male.

Fate looked hilariously smaller than the man she called “Mischief.” She was practically half his size.

Mischief held up both hands nonchalantly. “Look, kid,” he began, eyeing Kageyama. “Your little soul mate love thing is cute, but the way Fate is going about things is really not what’s supposed to happen.”

Fate pouted and threw her arms around Kageyama. “He’s precious, Mischief! He deserves to be happy!” she said, valiantly defending her effort to help Kageyama.

Mischief rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

“I’ll do anything if I can be with Oikawa-san,” Kageyama declared, staring up at Mischief.

“Hmmm,” Mischief hummed, clearly amused. “Even deal with some conditions to being reincarnated?”

Without any second doubts, Kageyama nodded his head.

“I’ll let Fate reincarnate both yours and your soul mate’s souls,” Mischief said, kneeling down so he was eye level with Kageyama. “But.”

“But?” Kageyama prodded, holding his breath. He glanced sideways and made brief eye contact with Fate, who seemed more than just annoyed.

“Your soul mate will not retain any memories from your past life, however, you will,” Mischief finished. Rubbing his chin, he suddenly added, “And three months. You only get three months to win him over.”

Kageyama nodded slowly. He wasn’t so sure about what to do if Oikawa didn’t remember their past relationship. Their bond seemed to be the only thing tying them together.

“What happens after three months?” Kageyama asked slowly.

Mischief smiled. “You die.”

Oikawa had let you borrow one of his shirts after you'd had several beverages spilled on you due to your own clumsiness. And you had just… kept it. It found a home in your nest, where you could snuggle into the scent of alpha at night.

The problem was that the scent eventually began fading; the omega in you was sulking when you paused beside the man's duffel bag, nostrils flaring as his familiar scent washed over you.

A hesitant glance.

Chewing on your lower lip.

You'd snatched one of his shirts from it and tucked it into your own bag, feeling warmth flood your cheeks as you glanced around to be sure nobody had seen. The rush of comfort that hit you when you scrambled to add it to your nest upon arriving home made the guilt fade pretty quickly.

And that was how you started your small obsession with Oikawa Toorus scent.

* * *

"I could have sworn I had a spare shirt in here." Oikawa whined as you grabbed your stuff from the club room; your heart hit your throat as he grumbled about the missing clothing. You pointedly didn't acknowledge it, instead letting Iwaizumi deal with the huffy alpha.

"You must have taken it home to wash it."

"... maybe."

With that, you hurried from the club room, trying to seem casual despite knowing you had the offending garment tucked away in your bag.

"Y/N!" Hearing his voice set your teeth on edge; for a moment all you could do was panic, panic, panic before realizing you were pumping out pheromones and giving your own self away.

"What's up?" You tried to laugh off the obvious discomfort you'd shown, smiling awkwardly at him as he stopped in front of you.

"Its just been a while since we hung out," His smile was beautiful -- fuck, the omega in you was wriggling with excitement at the prospect of being around him -- and you tried not to be flustered.

"So I was wondering if you wanted to catch up!" The two of you. Alone. Hanging out. It wasn't a crush. It wasn't.

* * *

It was.

Your knees nearly buckled when the two of you entered his room. The smell of him everywhere lit your nerves on fire; you couldn't help the sharp intake of breath. Oikawa, ever observant, grinned at you as you dropped your bag near the door and plopped down on the foot of his bed, only barely resisting the urge to bundle yourself up in his sheets.

"You're alright? I didn't even think about--"

"I'm fine!" You interrupted -- honestly kind of in heaven -- with a nervous laugh, and he seemed a bit surprised.

"I'm around all kinds of alpha scents constantly," And yours is by far my favorite. "So it doesn't bother me. At least yours isn't bitter." Because it was sweet and soft and sure, most of the time it had the tang of sweat, but you found yourself licking your lips anyway.

"If you say so." Now appearing amused, he excused himself to shower off -- "I must smell awful!" I want to lick the sweat off your body are you kidding me -- and you promptly pressed your face into his pillowcase, letting out a soft whine.

Mine, mine, mine--

Without really thinking about it, you scented his pillows, nuzzling into them almost desperately. You wanted to drown in him.

You were so fucked.

* * *

He sent you into heat.

Being surrounded by everything Tooru you'd barely made it home before the familiar tingles washed over your skin. Those tingles quickly escalated to burning and you spent the better part of four days sobbing because you wanted your alpha.

Except he wasn't your alpha. Not really.

Your parents had been beside themselves with how overwhelmed you were this time. Apparently your silent obsession with the smell of your friend had ticked some little box in your brain that declared he was the one and now there was literally nothing you wanted more than to have him with you.

Thus, you were a sobbing, keening mess tucked into your nest and clinging to your small collection of his clothing.

* * *

"Y/N, you're back!" Oikawa was all smiles when you hesitantly entered the gym, swallowing thickly because you were still feeling a little… tender over the alpha. Crying for someone who never came tended to give people weird feelings anyway; the fact that you did it to yourself and he didnt even know made it so much worse. Your mother had given you a speech on handling scent addiction and had insisted you should talk to him about everything.

Unfortunately, even thinking about telling him your shame made you nauseous.

"Yeah…" You tried to smile as he jogged over, feeling achy and needy when he towered over you. Subconsciously, you leaned closer to him; you hadn't even realized you'd moved until your forehead bumped against his chest.

"Are you alright?" Oikawa asked softly, resting one hand on the back of your head.

"Define alright." You chuckled, well aware you must be releasing some serious please comfort me alpha pheromones because he was happily running his fingers through your hair as you breathed him in. You wanted to stretch up and nuzzle at his scent glands; thankfully, he was tall enough that you'd have to go out of your way to try, so you weren't keen on embarrassing yourself.

"I need to talk to you." The sigh was heavy; he promised to talk to you after practice before you wandered off to do your homework and wait.

* * *

"... oh." You couldn't look at him, twisting your fingers as you finished explaining yourself. After a few moments of awkward silence, the man began snickering softly; at your incredulous expression, he started full-on laughing.

"I'm sorry, it's-- it's not funny." He chuckled behind his hand, using his other to wave away your disbelief.

"You're just so cute." Oikawa cooed, reaching out to pull you into a hug as he started to purr soothingly for you. The low rumble made you shiver before melting into him.

"Iwa caught you stealing my shirts ages ago. I just wanted to tease you a little bit before saying anything." At that, you groaned, hiding your face against his chest.

"I am so sorry." You mumbled as he nuzzled your hair.

"Mm, I really don't mind when its you." Peeking up at him, you could feel yourself flushing at his cheeky little grin.

"Whatever makes my omega happy~" While you were busy processing that, he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips.

"Yours?" You murmured as he brushed his lips to yours teasingly, humming as though in thought.

"Mine." At the confirmation, you grinned; he stumbled a bit when you lifted onto your tiptoes, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him hard.

Mine.

Your scent was swirling and twisting and suffocating as he rolled his hips, nearly letting out a whine of his own as your pussy pulsed around him.

"That's my good girl," Oikawa cooed in your ear; the lewd squelching sound of your body desperately sucking him inside making him shudder.

"Cum all over my fucking cock-- fuck, yes--" He growled low in his throat, leaning back to take you in with his fingers curling around your throat. Your glossy eyes rolled back into your head and he smirked smugly down at you.

Your orgasm was borderline violent and he couldnt help but snicker as you sobbed, babbling incoherently for a moment as your pussy gripped his cock impossibly tight.

"Alpha," Your voice was raspy croon. "I want-- want your knot, please--" The little hiccups you released as tears gathered in the corners of your eyes were hypnotic; his grip tightened as the aforementioned appendage began catching in your needy little hole. He desperately rutted into you, letting out a soft groan at your blissed out expression.

"Yeah? You want my knot, huh?" Oikawa grinned, the familiar swell signaling he was at his limit.

"Then fucking take it, Omega."