#kanoda

=AbeMiha=

They don't get together until university, even though they've been stuck to each other since the first year, really. Everyone's reaction to learning they bonded is "FIANLLY, took long enough". No one is surprised.

University classmates assumed they were a pair even before they bonded because of how close and glued at the hip they are (and well, just how they are in general, ya know)

Their dynamic is also often mixed up due to how their personalities dont fit what society expects of an alpha/omega.

=HanaTaji=

They started dating in the summer between their second and third years (After Tajima finally got through Hanai's thick skull that he doesn't care that he's a beta).

They keep it a secret, despite there being no rule against dating. It is a bit of an open secret, seeing how most of their teammates either already knew or suspected it.

No one is surprised when they admit it after graduation.

=OdaKano=

Oda takes a liking to Kano immediately and, not quite subtly, tries getting close to him to try and court him later on. It takes until the middle of their second year for Kano to really realise it.

Like Hanai, it takes some reassurance that no, Oda doesn't care about the nice omegas in school; he wants Kano.

Their club forbids romance, so they keep it under wraps even if some of their closest teammates have suspicions (like Hatake).

=HaruAki=

I think these two would only get together once they graduated, too. It doesn't really surprise anyone, though, seeing how they've always been around each other.

I think Akimaru might be the first one to fall, but assumed Haruna would never feel the same.

Collars aren't a mandatory thing to wear, aside from some events where they're deemed for everyone's safety.

It is a little more expected for omega to wear them most of the time, while alpha tends not to really do so.

When collars are mandatory, it is rarely for alpha, but for omega.

Some more modern schools have taken to requesting all students to wear collars, regardless of dynamic.

=Abe=

He hates having to wear a collar and only wears it when an event requires him to wear it. And even then, he'll make it known that it's a bother to his being.

He owns one of the less restrictive kind.

=Mihashi=

Mihoshi tried instating rules about collars, but they didn't stick around for long after too much pushback. Mihashi still owns it and wears it when they are mandatory.

=Tajima=

His middle school had the mandatory collar rules and it just became a habit for him to wear one all the time. He doesn't care much about it and sometimes even forgets he's wearing it.

=Izumi=

He started wearing collars pretty much the moment he presented, mostly encouraged by his family. He doesn't care much for it. He owns the type of collar that also helps block his scent.

Scent patches are, much like collars, up to the person. Although it is much more common to see it being mandatory/required for some events and places.

It is considered more considerate to wear patched especially in days leading to a rut/heat and when coming out of it. Or when someone has an especially strong scent that tends to overwhelm others.

People who don't really wear them will often do so when playing sports. It helps regulate their scent, but also doesn't give away how you feel as much.

(realise it's not quite escalating this time, but both Abe and Tajima wear them leading to and after heats).

=Mihashi=

He uses patches to an extreme extent, often using the stronger type that is used for sports. He feels self-conscious about his scent and still remembers people constantly commenting about it, not being nice because of his anxiety souring it.

It's to a point where it causes him issues, where changing the patches too often causes irritation that he doesn't quite let heal before slapping a new one on.

=============== extra notes

Akimaru: wasn't sure which dynamic to give him. Didn't necessarily want to make him an omega, because I think catcher would be more often alpha or beta. didn't want them to completely mirror abe and mihashi too lol. did hesitate to make him an alpha before settling on a beta (can anyone tell I do enjoy non-trad a/b/o pairings).

Shinooka: legit hesitated making her an omega, but settled on a beta (unsure if I won't switch it later one, I dunno).

more lore I thought of:

-There are omega-only and alpha-only leagues, but they are typically much less popular (alpha-only more so). These are usually mixed-gender, with only a focus on dynamics.

-While not like that everywhere, it is much more likely to see an alpha being the team captain than any other dynamic. Some more old-fashioned schools will only pick them for captain. It is very rare to see an omega team captain in a mixed team.

-Omega being the starting catcher is not typical on a team, usually picking an alpha or beta that can hold out better when guarding the home plate. It also lessens cases of intimidation at the plate (with scent and pheromones).

[y'all feel free to ask more about the AU or leave ask about it, i'll happily yap about it. I do plan on posting some thread about it on twt, will try posting here too]

Thinking back on it, and at other times too, now that he was focused on it, he felt that familiar heat bloom in his guts. He could feel his face heating up again, and he was grateful that most everyone was gone now. Good thing he had told his teammates, whom he sometimes walked home with, that he wouldn’t be able to join, so they didn’t have to wait for them.

‘Come on, Shugo, snap out of it’, he tried scolding himself as he untucked his jersey and undershirt from his pants. ‘You’re in the middle of the club room, stop thinking about how big and tall an—’ he really wanted to slap himself for still thinking about it.

Oda was tall and big, and Kano couldn’t help feeling very attracted to that.

He had grown a little since his first year of high school, but the couple of centimetres he had managed to gain changed nothing. Not when Oda had also kept growing a little himself, keeping them at a similar difference as when they met.

He looked small compared to him, and he loved that. Love how it felt like Oda could just wrap himself around him and hide him from view. How his big hands could probably pick him up with ease (he knew what he could lift and was very confident Kano would be an easy weight).

He felt a little ashamed at the fact that he had gotten off thinking about what it would feel like to be pressed up against him. What it would be like to have Oda over him, caging him in and making him feel—

“Watcha doing, bud, spacing out like this?” was suddenly asked lazily near his ear, making him jump. This had Kano spinning around so fast, finding himself face to face with Oda who was leaning a bit over him to get to his level.

And his eyes totally did not travel down to the tight undershirt he was wearing. Were they always this tight around him? It looked good, showing the muscles he had gained from training. It took everything in Kano to stop staring and look up again.

“J-just lost in thought,” he replied, face feeling impossibly warm. It felt mortifying, being caught in his fantasising by the person he had been thinking about. And Oda’s little grin didn’t help make him feel less embarrassed too. It was as if he knew something he shouldn’t.

“What got you so lost in your thoughts you didn’t hear me calling out to you,” the cleanup hitter asked, never moving from his initial position. He was so close Kano felt like he could nearly feel his body heat. It actually downed on him just how close Oda was from the start, hand pressed against the top of the lock to steady him as he leaned over him like this.

“Why should I tell you?” Kano tried dismissing, turning around again to start taking off his jersey. He could get out of this without making a fool of himself. Or worse, make Oda grossed out and not want anything to do with him again.

“Because I have a feeling it has to do with me,” Oda hummed, fingers pulling at part of his shirt that wasn’t fully untucked. “Dunno if ya realised it, but you were staring at me an awful lot today,” he then pointed out, which made Kano tense a little, looking down at his feet.

“I wasn’t,” he replied, cringing a little at just how quiet and unconvincing it sounded.

There was a pause, then a large hand on his shoulder. “Kano, look at me,” Oda asked, teasing gone from his tone but sounding a bit more gentle. It was as if he were trying to coax a cat.

Kano shook his head, trying to say again that it was nothing. He couldn’t help hunching over a little when he heard his teammate sigh.

Then he was surprised by long arms looping around his waist, Oda leaning on him a bit.

“Kano,” Oda said again, not letting him go even as he tried pulling his arms away a little. “Ya know, I like it when you look at me like that,” he hummed, which made the pitcher stop, surprised. “Don't have that many reasons to have your eyes on me, makes me happy and feel like maybe we think similarly”.

This had Kano look over his shoulder at their cleanup hitter, still a bit unsure if they truly thought the same. “What do we think about?” He asked, not wanting to misunderstand.

Oda was quiet for a moment, before an amused huff escaped him. “Guess I can tell you, make you feel less like a frightened kitten about to scratch me,” he stated. Kano wanted to argue about this comparison but was cut off by Oda continuing. “I like ya a lot, it’s nice being with you on the field or hanging out after practice,” he stated, “I also like how tiny you are, fit perfectly in my arms like this”.

Kano turned around a little more at this, needing a second to register what he had said properly, needing to make sure he wasn’t joking. But despite Oda’s usual lazy grin, he looked serious.

He suddenly felt his face heat up again. “Really?” He still asked. 

“I don't joke about these kinda things,” Oda replied, “Honestly, it would make playing on the same team awkward after if I did,” he pointed out. Which wasn’t false, it would have been really awkward after if Kano hadn’t felt the same, because he would not have been able to really forget this.

“I do… like how big you are compared to me,” Kano finally answered when his teammate seemed to be waiting for an answer. He had to look away, feeling flustered at saying out loud like this.

“Only my size?” Oda asked, sounding a bit amused, “You are wounding me, but it's better than nothing, I guess,” he laughed.

This earned him a weak slap on the arm, Kano pouting slightly. “Of course, it’s not just that, I really like hanging out with you too,” he stated. Despite Oda’s joking tone earlier, he looked rather reassured and happy with that addition.

“Then I am very happy that we feel the same,” Oda hummed. He loosened his grip around Kano as the pitcher tried turning around his way better, hand settling on his waist. Kano could feel the heat of them through his shirt, making him feel even more flustered at how it felt.

“So easily flustered,” Oda chuckled as his eyes never left him, leaning down closer. This made Kano panic a little, a hand shooting up to the cleanup hitter’s mouth before he could get too close. They were still in the clubhouse! They were already questionably close, this wouldn’t be explainable.

“Not here!” He said, eyes quickly snapping to the door. He gasped when he felt Oda kiss and lick his sweaty palm, a grin on his lips. “Don’t worry, I assured the captain we’d close up properly,” he assured him, a hand moving to pull a set of keys out of his pocket. “Everyone has already gone home already, you were the only one left in here”.

This made Kano relax a little, even if his gaze still shifted to the door a little. “It’s locked?” He asked, which earned him a hum.

“As locked as it can be,” Oda assured him, leaning in closer again. “No one can come in unless I open for them,” he added, pulling Kano closer again. He allowed one of his hands to wander under his shirt, pushing it up a little. “

This made Kano relax against him, arms tentatively wrapping around his neck. How many times had he fantasised about something similar? He couldn’t believe it was coming true and that Oda seemed more than happy to continue.

He allowed himself to be pressed flush against Oda, craning his neck as best he could to meet him. He wasn’t too sure what to do as their lips met, trying to follow Oda’s lead.

He soon found himself pressed against the lockers behind him, Oda’s solid body against his. He could feel the way his hands travelled over his body, slowly getting accustomed to it in a way they never had before. Kano loved the feeling of that, especially when he pushed his hand under his shirt to touch skin directly.

He found himself lost in the passionate kiss and touch, not caring about anything else. All he could focus on was the large body pressed against his and Oda’s lips on his. He even allowed his hands to explore a little, finally getting to touch him too.

A surprise moan escaped him when he suddenly felt Oda’s leg between his, pressing against his crotch. Kano turned beet red when he realised he had grown hard from a little making out, looking down between them.

He was a little surprised to find that Oda wasn’t in any different condition.

“Can I assume you are enjoying the kissing and touching?” Oda teased, whispering near his ear again. The hot breath against his neck sends a shiver down his spine, Kano struggling to answer properly, nodding instead. He feared how he’d sound if he spoke right now.

Oda moved his legs slowly and deliberately, as if trying the water. Kano decided that, despite how fast all of this felt, he wanted more, and now. So he moved his hips to meet his movement, grinding against his thigh slowly.

A quick glance up showed him Oda seemed really happy with that, watching as Kano grinded on him like this. But it quickly grew not enough for Kano, and he wanted Oda to feel good too.

So he reached for his belt, fingers stopping as he looked up at him. Oda seemed to understand and chuckle, leaning in close for a kiss again. “You can do whatever you want,” he assured him. 

It’s all he needed before starting to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. Kano bit his lips as his teammate continued moving his leg as he did all this, trying to focus as best he could. He felt triumphant when he finally managed to open them despite his fingers feeling clumsy.

He swallowed a little when he noticed how big Oda was once hard. He had expected it from glimpses at the bath, but this was different.

He then cupped him through his underwear, doing slow movements at first. He looked up when this earned him a groan, Oda looking down between them with half-lidded eyes. It boosted Kano’s confidence to see him enjoy it like this, palming him more properly.

He then felt how Oda’s hand travelled to his thigh, brushing against the side of his bulge. Kano used his free hand to move it more properly over his, pressing himself against his wide palm. This seemed enough to make him continue, making quick work of Kano’s belt and zipper.

“You’re boxers are already a bit damp,” Oda chuckled, thumb teasing the sensitive head, making the damp patch even darker. “You say that as if you were any better,” Kano huffed, finger pressing a bit more at his tip.

They continued like this, slowly getting used to touching someone else like this. It was Kano who ended up stepping it up, finally pulling Oda’s pants down enough that he could pull him out fully.

Taking him in hand felt very different to when he jerked himself off. He had expected Oda’s size to fit everything else, but seeing and feeling it was different. He hadn’t been sure if he was doing it well, but hearing Oda cursing under his breath made him feel like surely he was doing pretty well so far.

“Shit,” Kano let out when Oda finally did the same for him. He found himself to be pretty average down there, but in Oda’s hand, it felt kind of different.

They continued jerking each other off like this, Kano unable to get his mind off of how big Oda felt, both in his hand and around him. It was even more than he had imagined before really. Actually living it was even better than anything his mind could have come up with.

“Move your feet a bit closer to the lockers,” Oda said at some point, Kano following mindlessly, straightening his position that he slumped a little. With that he watched as the cleanup hitter used an arm to brace himself on the lockers, bending his legs and pressing his knee on the lockers. This lowered him enough for what he had in mind.

Once they were able to push their hips close enough to each other, Oda took them both in hand. Kano bit his lip at the sight, pressed up like this, it just showed how different they really were. From their cock being stroked together, to how Oda’s body was caging him so well.

He threw an arm around Oda to pull him closer again, kissing him once again. His other hand was grabbing onto his shirt for dear life. The pace picked up more and more, both teenagers feeling so close to the edge.

Kano moaned against his lips as he came, his hips mindlessly moving to try and fuck up into Oda’s fist. His companion wasn’t too far behind, cumming with a groan, cum adding to the mess and mixing with Kano’s.

Oda kept his hand moving until it became too much, stilling but never letting go as they came down from the high.

When they started softening, Oda finally let go, leaning down again to leave a couple of kisses on Kano’s face. The pitcher still held onto him the best he could, feeling as if he let go, he’d fall to the ground, his legs feeling like jelly. This was the best orgasm he had had in a while.

“This was great,” Kano hummed, feeling a bit fuzzy now. To this, Oda chuckled softly, whipping his hand as best he could on his shirt before lazily wrapping his arms around him. “Glad to hear it,” he hummed.

Kano had still decided to open some boxes in advance, organising what boxes were what since Oda had forgotten to label most of his. He had been surprised by finding his old Mihoshi jersey.

Immediately, an idea came to mind, pulling his shirt over his head to put it on.

Despite the fact that he had grown a little in the past couple of years, the jersey still looked comically big on him. After all, Oda too had grown a few centimetres more before his third year.

But Kano loved the way it looked on him like this, wrapped in Oda’s jersey. The look would be even more perfect if it had the number on its back. Although that was something that could be easily dealt with.

An idea came to mind, and he started getting rid of his sweat pants, leaving nothing but his underwear and jersey. It made it look like he was wearing nothing but the jersey, the clothes going down his knee.

He spun around when he heard the door behind him open, Oda coming in with some takeout containers. His attempt at talking about whatever they might not have had at the restaurant died on his tongue when he saw Kano, stopping in his tracks.

For a moment, they just stare at each other until Oda seems to snap out of it when he hears people in the hallway. He quickly closes the door, which Kano cannot help but find amusing. As if anyone would be able to see past his large frame and see him.

Food is quickly abandoned on their kitchen counter as he makes his way to Kano, a lazy grin on his lips. “Seems like someone started unpacking without me, having fun?” He asked, stepping behind Kano to watch them both through the mirror.

“You forgot to label your boxes,” Kano pointed out, which earned him an amused apology and a kiss. “I didn’t think you’d still have your jersey, or that you would bring it with you,” he added. After all, Oda hadn’t brought all of his things, some had stayed in his parents' house in Kansai.

“Might have packed it by accident,” Oda shrugged, spinning him around in his arms to take a proper look. “Can’t say am made to have done so,” he adds, eyes racking over his body. “I’d even say am very glad I did, actually,” he hums.

Kano can’t help but flush a little under the attention, although he can’t say he hates it. Instead, a little smile stretches his lips too, spinning around on himself to have the oversized jersey twirl as best as it can, despite not being quite as flowy as a dress. “What, been wanting to see me in your jersey?” he teases.

“Yeah,” Oda replies bluntly, large hands grabbing him by the waist to pull him closer again. “Been dreaming to see you in my jersey since the moment I realised I loved ya,” he replied rather matter-of-factly. Kano can’t help feeling a little surprised at his words, wondering just how long this had been.

The hands then moved to grab his ass, making him yelp a little as he was suddenly pulled up. It forced him to wrap himself around Oda, keeping himself steady as he looked up again to meet his boyfriend’s grin. “You’re lookin' pretty good,” he commented, “Makes me wanna eat you up”.

This had Kano feeling a little flustered. Despite how long he had been with Oda now and being used to this kind of thing, sometimes it still took him by surprise. But he wasn’t quite as shy about it as he once was, leaning in closer until their noses brushed against each other. 

“Yeah? Then why don’t you do just that?” He asked, his teasing grin growing some more at the way Oda’s hands held onto him even more tightly. In no time, he found his lips captured by Oda’s, replying with lots of enthusiasm.

He somewhat registered they were moving, his boyfriend carrying him like he weighed nothing. He pulled away from the kiss only once he found himself being placed on the kitchen counter, breathing a bit laboured already.

“I knew you’d look perfect in my clothes,” Oda hummed as he licked his lips. It was even better now that Kano had that hungry look in his eyes, ready to devour him too. And his lips looked very inviting, shiny with spit. Skin flushed a pretty pink already.

He leaned down some more, now kissing his neck and leaving marks behind. He knew he’d be scolded for them later, but he also knew Kano liked them and never actually stayed mad. He felt only more encouraged as the pitcher leaned his head to the side to give better access. It was even better than the collar of the jersey was very big and loose on him, leaving more skin uncovered.

Kano could feel the way Oda’s hips were pressing as close as he could to him, making him move more towards the edge of the counter. He pressed in closer, purposefully grinding slowly a couple of times, feeling the very obvious effect he was having on his boyfriend.

He then felt the way his boyfriend nipped at the sensitive skin of his neck, kissing the spot right after. “You really know how to rile me up,” Oda chuckled against his ear, pulling away to take a good look at him.

Yeah, he definitely looked great like this, with his neck and collarbone covered in kiss marks.

“You are just too easy to excite,” Kano chuckled, offering a teasing smirk. He then felt the way Oda’s hand slipped under the hem of the jersey, caressing over his thighs. “How could I not when I have such an alluring boyfriend?” he hummed.

Fingers then hooked at the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down. Kano moved to help him get them off, now trying to wear nothing but Oda’s old jersey. It felt even more exciting.

“I haven’t even done anything and you are already this hard,” Oda chuckled, rough fingers giving his cock a few light strokes. This had Kano exhale, hip bucking a little to meet his hand better. He pouted when he pulled it away, wanting more.

“Don’t look so cute or I won’t be able to hold back on ya,” Oda laughed, kissing him again. Then he moved away, much to Kano’s disappointment, looking for something.

“It’s okay if we use something else,” Kano tried arguing as he guessed what Oda was looking for. “I’m not done with the boxes and it will take too long,” he stated. But his boyfriend didn’t stop, only winking at him as he got to his gym back, which held what he’d need while boxes weren’t unpacked.

Kano laughed when he saw him pull a bottle of lube from the bag, coming back with a smug grin. “So this is essential,” Kano teased when he came back, slotting himself right between his legs again. “Always,” Oda hummed.

Kano opened some of the bottom buttons, trying to make the jersey a little less in the way. In no time, Oda had his fingers buried inside of him, working him open for him.

“I had imagined doing something like this with you before,” Oda said as he watched his boyfriend try to move with him. “Knuckles deep inside of you after practice, hidden behind the clubhouse where anyone could have seen us,” he chuckled, licking his lips. “I bet you would have been really cute, trying not to make too much sound, making a mess of your uniform as you came,” he continued, “wearing my jersey because yours is dirty”.

There was so much he would have liked to do, really.

“Perv,” Kano huffed out, amused. Not that he could say he didn’t find the idea very exciting. He would probably have been a little too scared to be found out, though. “But you love my this,” Oda smiled, “Plus I know you are no innings child,” he pointed out.

“Enough teasing,” Kano said to change the subject, knowing there was no denying it. “I feel like someone is getting lonely,” he stated, palming at Oda’s arousal, earning him a nice groan as he pushed closer. “Must be painful, trapped like this when you could have your favourite snack”.

“Don’t undersell yourself like this,” Oda said as he pulled his fingers out, “you’re no snack, but a whole 5-star meal”. And he was more than ready to devour that 5-star meal.

Kano watched with barely hidden hunger as he took care of his jeans, pulling himself out. He wrapped his legs loosely around him once again when Oda pulled him closer to the edge, lining himself up.

He sank with one smooth thrust of his hip, cursing under his breath quietly as Kano moaned. Before he could move, he noticed Kano’s head moving too close to the cupboard’s corner and pulled him closer, kissing him again instead. This had the pitcher throwing his arms around him, pulling him even closer.

Oda went for slow but powerful thrust, searching for the perfect angle to make his boyfriend see stars. It didn’t take too much to have Kano moaning against his mouth, mumbling for more as he picked up speed a little bit.

They had been so busy in the past couple of days, keeping them away from bedroom activities. It felt so good to finally do it, even if not quite as comfortably as could be. All Oda could care about was just how tight and warm Kano was around him, taking him as perfectly as usual.

“So close,” he groaned between two kisses. He then felt the way the pitcher’s legs wrapped around him more tightly, keeping him from pulling away. “Inside,” Kano nearly begged, which he didn’t much convincing to do for Oda to do just that. He didn’t stop moving as he came, filling his boyfriend up as he started jerking him off, bringing him over the edge too.

Then both of them stopped moving, panting against each other’s lips. Oda still kept him close, scared he’d hit his head if Kano leaned back too much. Then he looked down, laughing a little. “We made a mess of that jersey,” he commented, which Kano also seemed to find amusing.

“How about a quick shower and then food?” Oda suggested after another stretch of silence, pulling out. He watched as it only made an even bigger mess of the jersey as cum started leaking out.

“Sounds good,” Kano hummed, “Carry me?” he asked, a little grin on his lips as his legs squeezed around him again a little. This made the cleanup hitter laugh, grabbing a hold of his hips once again to pull him in his arms.

As they made their way to the small bathroom for a quick rinse, Kano started laughing again, which earned him an amused and questioning look. “Not even two hours into moving in and we already fucked,” he pointed out.