#alpha draken

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

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

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

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

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

draken is staring ahead now, jaw a little tight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

you blink. “huh? why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i get kinda nervous with first times.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“sure. whatever you call them.”

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

ryusei blinks at your confession, totally thrown.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“do what?”

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

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

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

“you really don’t know, huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“other stuff?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“wait… that’s it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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♡. ALPHA! SANZU (a nice, deep sleep)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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♡. ALPHA! SHINICHIRO (need both hands)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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♡. ALPHA! KAKUCHO (poor gag reflex)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“not complaining,” sanzu said under his breath.

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

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

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

or so you thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what?” you breathed lowly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

💌 thank you for reading (❀´ ˘ `❀) ♡

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

I think Mikey had a really sweet scent as a kid so everyone expected him to be an Omega (plus his height doesn't help) So when he finally presented as an Alpha, much to everyone's surprise just like his older brother, he refused to wear scent blockers for weeks. "If you don't like it, don't breathe".

Draken is so calm and collected that most people suspect he's a Beta until meeting him. I feel like he prides himself on being able to fly under the radar most of the time despite his height. Keeping his instincts in check his important to him.

While Baji on the other hand... Not so much. It was apparent from the moment his fangs broke through his gums as a pup that he was gonna be an Alpha and his aggressive attitude is such a highlight of that! But he can be so sweet to his Omega though, if Baji chooses you you'll have a permanent shadow (same with Draken)

Kazutora had to go through his presenting all alone while locked up so expect him to be a little needy when his overwhelmed. Too many scents clouding the air around him? he's burying his face into your throat to calm himself.

Ran and Rindou can't be in the same house when they're in rut. despite being brothers, they will fight. and it will be bloody. Anything sets it off too. Ran looks at Rin the wrong way? deep growling and a bloody nose. Rindou putting a scent blocker outside Ran's door so he isn't gagging every time his brother leaves his room? tackled and getting his head smacked into the floor. Just order them some food and they'll be shoving each other and joking again.

Nahoya and Souya are the complete opposite. Being in the same house while in rut helps them to feel more comfortable. Just knowing their twin is across the hall going through the same or sitting in the living room ready to help if needed makes them feel more secure. Obviously it won't be the same when they have their own Omegas but for now it works.

Taiju Shiba is the definition of over protective. Scent's your clothes and won't even let you wear perfume so you don't cover the smell of him on your skin.

Chifuyu's scent is like Autumn. Cinnamon Apples and Bonfires.

Kokonoi is a Beta. plan and simple. He doesn't have time for all the instinct crap when dollar signs are ringing his line.

I feel like Takemitchi is a Beta too. or just a very neutral Alpha. Desperately wants to keep the peace but isn't afraid to throw down when needed right along side everyone else.

this was so fun! Thank you for encouraging me Max 😍

but Alpha Taiju is the cherry on the cake! I agree with you, on normal everyday sexy time circumstances degrading his lover is a given, its just how he is. Will call you a dirty slut while jamming his cock down your throat, tell you to cry for him while he overstimulates you. But it's different when his lover's heat hits, when you actually need him. Everyone knows when that time has come around because Taiju is all aggression, rolling muscles tight like a coiled spring, just waiting for someone to make the wrong move or say the wrong thing. Will not allow ANYONE near the house while you're going through it, the door is all but barricaded and he still feels the need to get up every few hours to check, glaring through the windows at anyone passing by until you call him back to bed. Expect to be covered in marks, his sharp teeth sinking into your flesh anywhere he can reach and dragging up red and purple across your skin, growling about "How sweet my little darling is, can't get enough of you". Whether its your first heat together or not, he won't ever fail to take care of you, because he loves you more than anything, no matter what anyone else thinks.

FLUFFY ALPHA DRAKEN 😍 you would definitely never be able to get anything past him, especially something so important. He would notice the moment your scent changes, would probably know before even you did. He would come home with flowers and your favorite food, all ready to sit down with you and ask if you had taken any tests yet or anything, only to see the house freshly cleaned and his favorite food cooking. It seems like you both realize the other knows at the same time, your face sinking into a pout as he fought a smile from his face. "You know you can't hide anything from me," He would say with a big smile, chuckling as you huffed and turned away from him, "When did you find out?". "This morning after you left for work," You said, handing him the test you were going to show him, "But I guess you knew already". He laughed, nodding and pressing a soft kiss to your neck, "Yeah baby I knew, but its still the happiest surprise I've ever gotten".