Untitled Part 1
Part One: New Territory
Chapter One: Collision
Sugawara~
Suga held his arms around Yachi's trembling shoulders. Both of them were seated on the curb of the grey pavement, their clothing riddled with soot. Shoyo and Yamaguchi were crouched down on Yachi's other side, their faces heavy with a mixture of upset and pure rage. Heat radiated out from the burning building before them-- colours of orange licking up at the night sky and vividly lighting the normally dark street.
"I'll kill them. I will hunt down every last one of those bastard Alphas and make them pay!" Suga heard Oikawa ferociously spit from his position, standing a few feet away on the sidewalk.
"I'll fucking help you," Nishinoya agreed, his small hands balled into tight fists at his sides as he watched the flames from across the road.
Suga let out a frustrated sigh when he heard Keiji muttered something along the lines of-- great deal of help that would do, against Alphas. He craned his stiff neck to monitor the three boys on his left, already aware that Keiji's unnecessary provocation was going to cause a scuffle.
Oikawa sharply turned to face Keiji and grabbed the boy's narrow shoulders in a frantic sort of desperation. "You are a fucking piece of shit for saying that!" He yelled, shaking his blue-eyed friend as if to physically rattle him back to his senses. "You think they can just get away with treating us like this? Burning down our house?! This was your home, too, you asshole! Be angry for once in your life!"
Suga flinched at Oikawa's honest statement and glanced back at the hot wreckage in front of him. The flames were no longer licking up into the stars. Finally, the fire fighters seemed to be in control of the messy blaze. A slight sob from Yachi alerted him that his scent was becoming distressed, and indeed, he was-- the destructed lot across the road was their home. It was his home, and it was so easily snatched away by the whim of an Alpha and his lapdog friends. Although his rage equaled Oikawa's, and he was as horrified as Yachi, he did his best to reign in his upset and project a calm fragrance. It was not the time for them to be divided, especially now. They were homeless and had only the meager clothing on their backs.
He swung his silver head back to glance at the bickering flock and watched as Keiji gingerly brushed Oikawa's hands from his narrow shoulders. "You think everything can be solved with violence. You might as well be an Alpha yourself. What a dream come true that would be for you," he lazily droned to the taller boy through narrowed eyes.
Oikawa took a step back, obviously stunned by the personal stab, and Nishinoya quickly stepped between the two, directing himself to Keiji. "Our. Home. Was. Taken. From. Us. This has nothing to do with Oikawa's self-loathing. You of all people should know that."
As Nishinoya and the two larger boys continued to argue, Suga took a moment to himself, tuning out their angry words. He straightened his hunched shoulders and leaned in behind Yachi, lightly poking the ginger Omega on his tense back.
"Shoyo..."
The small boy snapped up and returned his gaze. His chocolate eyes were heavy with tears and Suga was, once again, forced to push down a pang of grief.
"I need you to take care of Yachi for a moment. Rub her back with small circles and try your best to project a calming scent okay?" Suga said softly and Shoyo nodded in understanding, replacing his hand as he slowly rose to his feet and walked over to the bickering Omegas.
"Just because something was taken through an act of violence does not excuse a violent act in return."
"What a shocking response! The most passive Omega of the year award goes to...Keji Akaashi!"
"It's not passivity, it's logic, Oikawa. Just because your parents insisted that you grow up taking self defense classes does not mean you can stand your own against a house of Alpha shitheads. Don't be stupid."
"He wouldn't be alone! I can pack a punch, you know. Those fuckers don't deserve the air they breath," Nishinoya asserted with a hard nod.
Suga paused and took a deep breath, scrunching his nose when a scent of frightened rage radiated out from the arguing boys, reaching his nostrils with a vengeance. He wanted to bash some faces in just as much as Nishinoya, but in his heart, he agreed with Keji. Taking a large step forward, he gently placed his hand on Oikawa's shoulder, stopping the boy mid-sentence.
"Oikawa, Nishinoya, violence would only incite more violence," he put forth, taking the time to make eye contact with each of them-- showing them that he would not put up with any more infighting. When Oikawa lowered his head to look down at his slippered feet in shame, he continued. "Once Professor Suzuki arrives, she will help us report this to the University Administration and a formal investigation with take place. We will have justice. I'm certain of it."
***
One week after the house fire, the University's investigation had been completed. Unsurprisingly, the Alpha's were absolved of all fault-- the incident was excused as a simple electrical shortage. It was far from the truth, but Suga had known from the start that the investigation's sole aim would be to protect the University's Alpha elite. While he hoped that the world was slowly changing, he wasn't at all surprised by the outcome. Underhanded events like this happened all over Japan. Acts of violence against Omegas were regularly dismissed by the local police and the state government all too often, and in some cases, they were even condoned.
He let out a heavy exhale, attempting to release a bit of his pent up stress, and looked across the small, cafe table to his house adviser. Professor Miyo Suzuki, an Omega herself, had brought him the tragic news only minutes earlier and she was still shaking, unable to hide her displeasure with the outcome. He knew a lot of the woman's past and he understood, first hand, the hardships she had to endure in order to acquire such a respected profession.
Omegas generally maintained one of five fields-- homemaker, receptionist, nurse, legal prostitution, or, if they were lucky enough, they worked with one of the non-profit Omega aid organizations. A professor at a renowned Alpha University was definitely not on the regular list and Suga greatly admired Miyo's hardworking resolve all the more for it. She had also helped him to realize that he too, had the power to change things for Omegas, if he was willing to put in the effort.
"You know..." Miyo started, resting her quivering hands on the sides of her porcelain floral tea cup. "When the Department of Education granted Omegas access to Alpha Universities, I knew there would be some adjustments and hurdles...but that was seventeen years ago. You would think that things would have changed by now. I guess I shouldn't act surprised."
Suga nodded in agreement and took a sip of his cappuccino, licking the frothy remnants of milk from his lips. His professor was correct. The merging of Alphas and Omegas in Universities had been a difficult affair...no...it still was. Aside from family members, and those few Omegas lucky enough to make Alpha friends in their pre-pubescent childhood, the two groups had little to no contact until they were thrown, head first, into the adult world.
The moment a child's secondary gender produced, usually around the age of twelve, they were sent to their respective schools and saw very little of their counterparts. While Alphas were able to roam freely during their formative years, Omega movements were limited to school, home, and the busses that transported them in between.
Suga could understand the government's point of view-- young Omegas were vulnerable to Alphas, especially in their youth, and their irregular heat cycles were both challenging and powerful. But the segregation was only furthering the divide between the two groups. While it might sacrifice the safety of a lot of young Omegas, Suga firmly believed that it would be better to grant them equal measures of freedom. He had come to the conclusion that it was the Alphas that needed to change, not the Omegas-- but how could they when they were completely separated from their counterparts during their most influenceable years? Alphas needed to learn self control at an early age, a notion which the current system made impossible. Instead, it taught young Omegas that they were overly vulnerable until they mated, and to Alphas, that they could do anything they wanted to their fragile equals.
Suga had known from a young age that he did not want to have a mate. He had always rejected the idea. He didn't mind going against the grain, refusing to sell out to the common narrative-- that only with an Alpha mate could an Omega feel fully protected. If he did sell out, then things would never change. Omegas needed to step up, make their voices and ideas heard, or the system would remain the same forever.
He had daydreamed through his entire childhood, salivating over the knowledge and influence he could acquire if he attended a proper University-- an Alpha one. There were Omega Universities, but they were merely a state funded facade to give some measure of equality between the two classes. In reality, they were a weak form of reconciliation. There were only eleven Omega Universities compared to the hundreds of Alpha ones throughout Japan. To make matters worse, Omega Universities only offered shallow programs that were dedicated to funneling their students into the common Omega professions, aside from prostitution, of course. That was a very different, tragic story.
Suga remembered, clear as day, when the state had announced the Omega Inclusion Initiative in 2003, formally granting Omegas access to all Japanese Universities. It was the moment when he starting dreaming for something better, something more than pumping out children for an Alpha mate. He had been eating his morning snack, honey cheerios without milk, in his grandmother's yellow kitchen when an audible crash came from in the living room. He stood up and wobbled over his spilled cheerios on his six year old legs, making his way towards the noise. As he stood under curved archway between the two rooms, he found his grandmother standing in front of the television, holding her wrinkled hands to her mouth in shock. A vase of pink roses was smashed on the floor boards in front of her, slowly trickling water across the wood. He had been confused by the scent of the room-- fear, shock, and happiness were not fragrances he had ever smelled mixed together before that day. Then, his grandmother turned to him, briskly scooped him into her strong arms, and said, Suga, my beautiful boy, change is upon us.
A harsh clang from Miyo, shakily placing her tea cup down on its plate, shook him from his pleasant internal reflection. The professor swept her long black hair behind her delicate shoulder and looked across at him, determination in her emerald coloured eyes. "I won't stop," she offered in a disciplined tone. "I will find a way to get your home back. I promise."
Suga smiled at the resolute scent and grabbed the woman's slender hand, releasing his own calm, yet obstinate fragrance. "I won't stop trying either," he said softly and gave her hand a gentle squeeze of assurance.
But first, he and his Omega flock needed to find a new place to call home.
Shoyo~
Shoyo scratched around the back of his neck to reach the scent suppressor patch that was pasted to his pale skin. It had been bothering him since leaving the shelter earlier that morning. It wasn't that he was unaccustomed to wearing them, his mother had laid one out each morning to protect him during his commute to primary school. It was what the patch stood that left him agitated-- a physical reminder of his feelings towards his status as an Omega, and the discrimination he faced because of it. His irritation wasn't helped by the terrible news Suga had relayed in their group chat, earlier that morning. When he read the outcome of the Disciplinary Committee, he had nearly thrown his phone at the wall in frustration, but instead, he forced himself to calm down. He slapped on his patch and hoisted his makeshift school bag over his shoulder, and huffed out his anger during his long walk to the University campus-- physical activity always seemed to help him handle his emotions.
"Shoyo," a timid, lazy voice called out from behind, prompting him to jump up in his hard seat.
He turned around, taking one last scratch at his patch, and looked at the hesitant figure of Kenma, a boy he had grown quite close to during the semester. They were in all the same classes and he liked that the cat-like Omega was extremely mellow with his fragrance. It helped to offset his own obnoxious ones.
"Your scent distracted me for the entire class," the cat Omega droned in his usual, quiet tone as he packed up his things, placing them in his red rucksack with absent minded care.
"I-" He began, only to be interrupted by his oblivious, or uncaring, Omega friend.
"Where have you been this past week? Have you been sick? You haven't answered any of my texts..."
His eyes widened in sudden understanding-- the cat boy had been worried about him.
"Ah, I'm sorry Kenma! Let's go, I'll tell you everything on the way to the Cafeteria. Fries? I want fries," he said hastily, grabbing Kenma's slender hand to drag him down the long hall. "You remember the fire on the resident side of campus last week?" He asked between quick strides, not bothering to look back at the boy he was tugging along.
Kenma nodded in understanding, unhappy with the pace, but compliant.
"Well...that was my house."
"What?" Kenma whispered as he came to a sudden stop, pulling away his small hand.
"Yeah, it's a long story," Shoyo started, rubbing the back of his head in feigned casualty. "The University Administration said that it was nobody's fault, even though it was Yachi's bastard ex-boyfriend and his Alpha dogs who did it. We saw them, but apparently, that doesn't matter. Seven witnesses, all Omegas so, I guess that means no witnesses," he finished, spitting out the last few sentences with such ferocity that the cat Omega flinched back slightly.
It took him a few moments of silence, but he soon realized that Kenma, now visibly upset, was seeping a vulnerable scent of fear and sadness. He did his best to counter it with his own calming one and searched his mind for some words of comfort.
"It's okay! What's done is done, Kenma, you know? Don't worry yourself with it!" He hurried to say, once again grabbing Kenma's hand in his own to walk forward.
He did not want to stay in place for too long with the upset scent his friend was leaking-- lest any unwanted Alphas pick up on the vulnerable fragrance. Kenma may be mated, but he most certainly was not. He didn't have the extra protection that Kenma was afforded.
As the pair rounded the corner, he spotted the cafeteria and picked up the pace.
"We're living in a short term shelter right now," he called over his shoulder and a wide smile passed over his face at the thought of food. "I'm sure Suga and Oikawa will figure something out! Not to mention our amazing house adviser, Miyo!"
"How many..."
"How many what?"
"How many Omegas were in your nest?"
"Well, there's Oikawa, Suga, um, me, um, three, four," Shoyo replied, counting on his short fingers."Seven, there are seven of us!" He finished, flashing a proud smile at the thought of his flock-- he loved each and every one of them. Even sassy Oikawa and snarky Keiji.
"Huh..." Kenma said softly, cogs turning under his dyed blonde hair, mulling over something important.
Shoyo sniffed the air, nearly drooling at the greasy smell of food. He wanted a burger, some fries, and to not talk about this anymore. It was too depressing. Once again, he scratched the scent suppressor on his neck, careful to not peel off the edges, and changed the subject.
"Kenma! I smell french fries! Let's go get some!" He exclaimed and hauled the cat Omega behind him into the cafeteria, effectively ending the irritating conversation.
Kenma~
Kenma dragged his feet along the cracked sidewalk, looking down at the video game in his hands. For the first time in his life, he wasn't really focussing on playing, but on Shoyo. His friend was homeless...his nest was homeless...they had no money, none of their possessions, school supplies or otherwise, and the fraudulent investigation left them with zero support from University funds. He sighed, pocketed his console, and looked up at the houses lining one of the many streets of the University's residence district. Surely one of them was vacant?
It was not long before he, lost in heavy contemplation, arrived at his own home-- a large, yellow building with an expansive front veranda, and a front yard that housed a hearty oak tree.
"I'm one of the lucky ones..." He said quietly under his breath as he sat down on the porch steps and shuffled the straps of his bag off his narrow shoulders. He could tell by smell that none of his housemates were home, including his mate.
Lucky...he thought again, this time keeping the words to himself. He was lucky to be mated with a dominant Alpha. It kept the other...well...the lesser Alphas off his case. He still wore his scent suppressor, just to be safe, but as soon as an Alpha smelled Kuroo on his skin, they generally backed off. It wasn't the only perk either, being mated allowed him to live in a University provided Alpha residence.
He huffed out a small puff of air and lost himself to his thoughts once more. None of his Alpha housemates ever gave him any sort of trouble...no trouble at all...would they give...Shoyo trouble...was it because he was mated...or because his Alpha housemates were good guys...maybe...
As his thoughts passed by in a flurry of questions, he sat in silence on the porch, softly tapping his foot as he formulated a plan.
Kuroo~
Kuroo walked alongside Daichi and Asahi, conversing about their volleyball practice, bursting into a full sprint as soon as he smelled his mate's distress.
"Hey-" He heard his teammates yell in question as they broke out in their own run behind him, sensing his panic.
His mind went to various dark places during his short run to the house, all of which halted the moment he saw Kenma, safe, yet releasing an upset scent. Daichi and Asahi arrived shortly behind him, they had only followed him because of his Alpha scent of panic. They wouldn't have been able to smell his Omega's upset from the distance that he had-- mated partners were better able to smell each others emotions, regardless of a patch.
"Oh. Kuroo..." His mate said quietly, looking up at him with dazed, yellow eyes.
"What happened," he growled in command as he pulled the small boy into a tight embrace.
He rubbed Kenma's head against his neck, rescenting him, then began to look over his delicate body for any sign of injury. When he was satisfied that his mate was unharmed, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, and adjusted the cat-like Omega in his large lap.
"There was literally no point in me responding to your question...you were going to check me over anyways..." Kenma drawled out and looked up at his rooster-haired lover, flashing a cocky smirk.
"Well, thank you very much for the stressful walk home Kuroo," Daichi droned sarcastically, slapping him on the back. "A nice sprint after the sprints at practice, wonderful."
He let out a low snarl in response-- his volleyball captain was too close to his mate for his liking. Ordinarily, he wouldn't care, but right now, he was on edge.
"Hey, relax, Kuroo. We'll go inside!" Asahi chimed in, his tone lighthearted, trying to ease the tense situation as he walked past the mated pair and into the yellow house-- careful not to get too close.
Daichi followed with a exasperated sigh and Kuroo soon forgot about his Alpha teammates, falling prey to Kenma's distressed scent-- it made him want to beat someone's face in.
"You still smell upset. You're not injured so what fucking happened? Did someone give you a hard time?"
"Kuroo, relax," his mate groaned in irritation, adjusting his scent to force his mate to loosen up. "Seriously, I'm fine..."
Kuroo loved the smell of his Omega. It was like a sharp eucalyptus-- sharp like Kenma. He inhaled the black roots of the cat boy's hair and briefly contemplated dragging him upstairs to pin against their bed. No, no, he thought hastily as he nuzzled into the familiar locks, that would have to wait. Kenma was still upset, even if his scent no longer showed it.
"Okay, so what happened?" He questioned again, slightly adjusting himself under Kenma's light weight. "What's got you so worked up?"
"Well...remember that fire a week ago? I think it was eleven streets down from us...in the Omega District..."
"Yeah, I saw the flames when I woke up for morning volleyball...why...?"
"My friend, Shoyo, he lived there...with his Omega nest. Alphas burned it down."
Kuroo sighed and looked up at the afternoon sky, shielding his eyes from the bright sun with a large hand. He was slightly irritated at the information his mate had divulged, but the discrimination of Omegas never really bothered him that much. However, this time Kenma was involved, albeit secondarily. This Omega...Shoyo...he was dear enough to his mate to have caused such an upset reaction-- he didn't like it one bit. He glanced down at the small boy, noticing the familiar, tense face, lost in a speedy train of thought.
"I can see your cogs turning, what are you thinking?"
"Well..." Kenma whispered, looking up at him with unblinking, yellow cat eyes. "Shoyo said there were seven of them..."
Kuroo groaned at the words and rolled his head back dramatically. He knew where the conversation was going, and Kenma knew that he wouldn't be able to say no.
"We have enough room in our house..." His mate continued, sensing victory. "The fourth years graduated last month and no new Alphas were placed here..."
"Agh, why! KENMA! Why do you do these things to me?!" Kuroo loudly complained as he fell back on wooden planks of the porch behind him in exasperation, leaving Kenma perched in his lap like a kitten. "You're taking advantage of my kindness!"
"It's true. We have the room," Kenma offered up, glancing at him over a petite shoulder. "It's only logical. They're homeless and the University covered everything up to protect some Alphas. We have room in our home. So, logica-"
"You think that throwing a bunch of single Omegas in with a bunch of single Alphas is the solution to this problem?" Kuroo interrupted with a halfhearted sigh, flicking Kenma on the back with his forefinger. "Sounds like a recipe for disaster to me."
"It's better for them than being homeless. Plus, the Alphas here already know what it's like to live with an Omega..." His mate said with a small yawn and flipped over to lay on top of him, licking and nipping at his open scent glands.
He groaned at the playful touch and grinned, the kid could play dirty.
"I'll talk to the guys, but no promises okay?" He submitted and felt Kenma smirk against his tanned neck in victory. "But, before that," he continued, scooping up his mate in his arms to stand up on front stairs. "I'm going to fuck my scent into you. I'm sick of you smelling like other people."
Daichi~
"This is such a bad idea," Asahi sighed, placing his forehead down on the oak table in front of him with a thud. "This is such a bad idea..."
"I agree with Asahi, no good will come of this," Daichi affirmed, crossing his arms against his broad chest.
Or at least, he was pretty sure it was a bad idea. Admittedly, he didn't have much experience living with Omegas. Both of his parents were Alphas, but they were always sympathetic to the marginalized condition of their counterparts-- donating funds to Omega non-profits and sponsoring a few families here and there. He glanced up from his position against the wall and raked his gaze over his housemates. Was Asahi the only one with an Omega parent? No...Hajime had one, too-- but the situation was more complex with him.
"Yeah!" Tanaka exclaimed as he threw his arms dramatically over his bald head. "It's hard enough to control myself around the buggers walking around campus, let alone in my own house!"
"Okay, but hear me out-" Kuroo started, but was quickly interrupted by a sly chirp from Hajime, their snarkiest roommate.
"You're only doing this because your cute, little mate has you wrapped around his finger," he droned out in a lazy tone, prompting a guttural growl of dissatisfaction from the rooster.
Daichi was quick to step in between them, unwilling to let Hajime's quip distract the house from their serious conversation.
"Okay, boys, let's just calm down," he threatened, releasing his own dominant scent to show that he meant business.
Shit, he mused as Hajime shrugged his shoulders in concession, brawls would be even more common in their house if a bunch of Omegas were brought in. There was no way to come up with an arrangement that would work. However...if what Kenma said was true...what other options did the Omega nest have?
"See, this is exactly my point!" Tanaka hotly remarked, jerking Daicui from his pondering. The bald Alpha pointed a forefinger at Kuroo's aggressive stance towards Hajime and growled low. "You see this shit? We can hardly manage one Omega in this house! You want to add seven more?"
"No, it's because Hajime is an incorrigible flirt. I'd be pissed off, too," Tsukishima drawled out from the couch, adjusting the frames of his glasses against his pale face.
"Incorrigible, (of a person or their tendencies) not able to be corrected, improved, or reformed," Daichi heard Tobio mutter quietly from his position on the stairs near the front entry.
"Alphas burnt down their home. It's the least we can do to make amends," Kuroo stated plainly and straightened his stance, forgetting his previous anger with Hajime. "They don't have any other options."
"Yeah, but we didn't burn down their house..." Asahi mumbled into the wood of the dining table and threw his arms forward, as if to physically illustrate his exasperation with the affair. "We didn't do it..."
"I think," Daichi started and the boys perked up-- even the troublesome Tsukishima was somewhat listening from his position on the living room coach. He might not have the most dominant scent in the house, but he knew that he held the most respect. "I think that we should give it a shot. I think we can do this. We already live with one Omega, so are a few more really going to make a difference?"
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat," Tanaka whined loudly and threw his head back once again, this time banging it against the yellow wallpaper behind him. "Are you serious? Man, come on, captain. You're so soft..."
"Well, if Daichi is willing to give it a shot, I guess I'm on board," Asahi conceded as he rose from his seat and made his way into the kitchen, effectively ending his participation in the debate.
"You're so easily persuaded, Asahi!" Tanaka called out, following him, and Daichi suppressed a snicker when he heard a loud clap on what he could only imagine was Asahi's back, followed by a audible whine.
"Okay, so that's two, no three, with Kuroo in agreement," Daichi recounted as he ran a large hand through his brunette hair. "How about you, Hajime? What's your damage?"
The short haired Alpha rolled his eyes and released a heavy breath. "Well, as long as one of them is fuckable, I guess it's fine."
"You're so gross, Hajime! Who would want to sleep with someone as ugly as you?" Tanaka popped his head out of the kitchen to get one, final chirp at his grumpy roommate.
"Watch it, baldy."
Daichi rolled his eyes at the chirpy bald Alpha and posed the question to the remaining housemates. "Tobio? Tsukishima? What's the verdict guys?"
"I don't care. As long as the don't disturb my studies," Tsukishima lazily replied without breaking his intense gaze from the book in his lap.
"Yeah whatever," Tobio added nonchalantly and waved a hand at the captain as he walked up the stairs.
"Okay, well, that's everybody!" Daichi yelled, his hand next to his mouth so the entire house could hear the unanimous decision. "I guess you've got your answer, Kuroo," he continued, clapping the rooster boy on the back. "But, no way in hell am I telling our house adviser. I'll leave that shit up to you."
When Kuroo's face contorted in disturbed stress from the revelation, he let out a hearty laugh and added, "I believe in you, and I'm pretty sure that Professor Ukai will agree to it, anyways."
The rooster shivered and gazed off into the distance. "Yeah...but...he's just so damn scary..."
Ukai~
Professor Ukai waltzed into the Residence Information building and slapped down a bundle of paperwork on the secretary's dark desk. The brunette woman took a moment to glance over the contents of the pages before glancing up at him with shocked, blue eyes.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand what you would like me to do with this, professor..."
"Ukai."
"Professor Ukai."
"I want you to take these papers," he said, lacing his tone with drawled out irritation as he glanced down at the thick folder on the black desk. "And file them over there in that locker."
"But-"
"What is so hard to understand? This is all that your job entails."
He knew that he was going to face a bit of backlash from the University over the decision, but the merging of unmated Alphas and Omegas in the same house was by no means against policy. Unheard of perhaps, but not illegal. He just wanted the secretary to do her job so he could be done with the errand-- he was hungry and the entire ordeal was eating into his lunch hour.
"Mr. Ukai, there are no houses on campus that have formally merged unpaired Omegas and Alphas together..." The woman explained slowly, doing her best to keep her tone professional. "I don't think the committee would-"
"Well, the next time someone comes to you with this paperwork, they won't have to go through this annoying chit-chat," he interrupted with a bitter growl, eyeing the woman down with darkening eyes.
"Sir..."
"Is it against University policy?"
"Well, no, but-"
"Then I fail to see what the problem is."
"The problem is, sir, that merging the of the two classes in one house, under these circumstances, could cause the Alphas to become distracted from their school work and club activities. I don't think that it would be wise to attempt such a thing."
Ukai forced down his growing irritation at her utter contempt for the homeless Omegas. Distract the Alphas...what about the safety of the Omegas? Surely, there would be some worry for them...merging with a bunch of unknown, unmated Alphas? He had been shocked by the allegations that Professor Miyo made against the University during her recount of her Omega nest's destroyed home-- they had met earlier to discuss, over tea, the implications of merging their student counterparts. Now, after hearing the appointed secretary speak in such a disingenuous manner, he began to believe the beautiful Omega's story. Perhaps, the University was biased...he had never thought about it before...
"I will be fully involved in their integration, which you would know if you had actually taken the time to read the paperwork instead of just complaining about its implications," Ukai snapped back at the surprised woman.
He could tell that he was beginning to leak a scent of irritation and dominance, but he didn't care to reign it in-- he was agitated, and the female Alpha before him deserved to know it.
"I will file the documents, but I'm sure the University will respond with a formal check up on the house affairs after a few weeks," the secretary submitted, wincing back at the impatience in his scent. "I will inform you as to when it will take place, once I have made contact with them."
"Fine by me," Ukai growled before turning on his heels to exit the brick building-- not even bothering to grace the woman with a farewell.
While he was confident that the Alphas under his supervision were all well-mannered, and exceptional at controlling their instincts, he was still worried about the merge. His grandfather, a prominent Omega activist, would be proud of the steps he was taking to shelter the marginalized flock, but it was the Alpha students who had made the final decision. He swore to himself that he would not allow their charity to be warped into another bullet for the University to use against the Omegas-- he would do his utmost to ensure that the transition was as easy and successful as humanly possible.
Sugawara~
Suga had met with the professors earlier that morning, pleased to find the Alpha house adviser a reserved man with a good amount of control over his instincts. In fact, he seemed to maintain more discipline over his feral nature than any Alpha Suga had met-- aside from his own grandmother, of course. However, his worries were renewed when the two professors explained that they would be unable to partake in the first meeting between his nest and their new Alpha housemates. Their work lives were too busy, and there was no time for rescheduling-- the sooner the flock was out of the shelter, the better. The location gave them a long, unprotected commute to and from class and the world wasn't exactly the most secure place for young, unmated Omegas to roam about in.
Professor Ukai had promised that his Alphas were clear on the implications of the situation and had mentioned that the unofficial leader of the house, a boy named Daichi, was level headed and in control of his instincts. While the information made Suga feel a little better, he kept his hopes low-- in his experience, mild-mannered Alphas were few and far between. He was accutely aware that the Alphas, Omegas, and their house advisers were entering unknown territory. Never before had unmated groups lived in such close proximity to each other, at least, not on a University campus. It was crucial that they not fail, lest they give the biased University more reason to marginalize Omegas. At that thought, he rolled his shoulders to release some pent up tension and clung to the faint hope that the Alpha, Daichi, would help make the introductions as smooth as possible in Ukai's absence.
***
"Okay, does everyone have their Alpha spray?" Suga lectured his flock, grazing his honey colored eyes over his Omegas in question.
"Yesssssssss."
"Patches on?"
"Yeeeeeees."
"Heat prevention injectors? Did anyone forget anything at the shelter?"
"Stop stalling, Sugar Momma!" Oikawa whined, slapping playfully at his hand. "You sound like an overprotective grandmother. At this rate, we'll be standing outside the house all evening~~"
He knew that his chestnut friend was right, but he couldn't help himself from triple checking his flock. He was projecting a full-bodied scent of calm and he had instructed the Omegas to do the same. From what he could tell, they were pretty successful-- aside from Yachi...the circumstances around her were...complicated. However, he knew that the little female Omega could remain in their new room with her distressed scent, segregated and safe, but the remaining Omegas...if they were to be around Alphas full time, they needed to start practicing better control over their emotional fragrances.
"Shoyo!" A small boy shouted, louder than he expected from such a drowsy looking person, from the porch of the overbearing yellow house. "Are you guys going to come in...or what...?"
"Alright, you guys stay out here on the lawn a moment. Oikawa and I will go in and assess the situation. Do not leave the property," he lectured before starting towards the house, determination driving each step he took.
"You heard him baby birds, chill out and enjoy the evening sun a while~~" Oikawa shouted over his shoulder, following the silver haired leader into the unknown.
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