Untitled Part 13
Chapter Thirteen: Yellow Energy
Yachi~
Yachi stood on the front porch, sipping her wine and enjoying the evening breeze. On her left, Yamaguchi sat beside a disinterested looking Tsukishima, but she knew that Tsuki was actually paying ample attention to the freckled hair boy-- even if it it didn't seem like it at first glance. Out of all the Alphas in the yellow house, the tall, blonde man was the one she had warmed up to the most. As she was acclimating to the environment outside of the nest room, his mild fragrance was the easiest for her to be around. While he was almost always impassive, she had learned very quickly that it was just a cover. He had a very pure heart. A heart that was growing more and more interested in Yamaguchi with each passing day.
"What are you watching on your phone?" The freckled Omega piped up in question, taking a sip of his punch.
Yachi shuddered, he was brave for drinking that mess. She had steered clear of Tanaka's concoction.
"A volleyball video," Tsukishima drawled without looking up.
Yamaguchi pushed forward, unphased by the Alphas perceived disinterest in him-- able to see through the facade just as she could. "Hey...do you think you could show me how to do that?"
"Show you what?" The blonde boy lazily replied, finally breaking his gaze from his phone to push his glasses up on his slender face.
Yachi sniffed the air. Tsukishima's scent was unusually animated. It didn't matter how subtle his natural fragrance was, she had the best nose in the house-- his sly interest in Yamaguchi was not going to slip past her!
"The float serve...it was in that video you were watching," Yamaguchi explained quietly, pointing a slender finger at the small screen in the Alpha's hands. "Tanaka tried to show me how to do it a few hours ago in the backyard...but he's not very good at it..."
"Why do you want to learn it? You don't play volleyball."
Yachi nearly recoiled at the intensity of Tsukishima's tone. He definitely used more force than he likely intended. She had quickly noticed that it was something that he struggled with-- probably because he rarely interacted with people. She giggled to herself. The pair had such a cute, silent attraction for one another.
Yamaguchi paused, momentarily disheartened by Tsuki's intense tone, but soon perked up in resolve. "Because, I want to learn how to do it."
Tsukishima let out a small puff of air, then turned turned to face the Omega. As the pair met each other's gaze, Yachi's own heart fluttered at their invisible chemistry. "Fine," he conceded after a few moments before returning his attention back to the device in his hand.
Yamaguchi's scent whirled into the air, sweetening it with his joy. A small smile flickering across Yachi's lips when he shifted closer to the Alpha to observe the small images on the device. She couldn't help but notice how well their two scents coalesced but, more than that, Tsukishima always seemed to perk up with energy whenever Yamaguchi was around. She softly giggled again. Whenever she saw them together, they were never talking-- they just enjoyed each other's company in comfortable silence. They needed to be together...and there was no way that it was going to happen without an external push. She decided, right then and there, that she was going to hatch a plan to make it happen.
A loud shout burst out into the night air from the entrance to the yellow house, tearing her from her internal plotting. "HEY! I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU EVERYWHERE!"
She was instantly blown back by the powerful scent that accompanied the strong words. Subconsciously backing away from the source of the sound, she felt herself lose her footing, falling backwards towards the porch stairs.
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, her thoughts rushed forward as she prepared for impact, but a strong, and somewhat lanky, arm landed across her shoulder blades, pushing her back to safety at the edge of the stairs. Letting out a small puff of relief, she glanced over to see that Tsukishima had swiftly moved to catch her from her tumble, dropping his phone in the process. In two brisk movements, he was sitting once again, looking down at his device as if nothing had happened.
"YOU!" The obnoxious voice called out again, screeching into her waiting ears."You're the one! The one that I smelled!"
It irritated her to no end that loud noises still provoked her body to release a scent of fear without her conscious consent. Professor Miyo had told her that it would take a lot of time for her to regain control of her emotions, but it was all getting a bit ridiculous. Yes, she had acknowledged that she had experienced a large amount of trauma and yes, her body was reacting on it's own in an attempt to protect her...but still. Now that she was finally ready to actually start the healing process, she had figured it would be...a lot faster. Cut yourself some slack, Miyo's words echoed across her mind, you are interacting with the world again. Interacting with Alphas. These things take time.
"OI! Are you listening?!" The voice called out again, once again startling her with its intensity.
She glanced up to locate its source. It was the blonde boy...the one from the volleyball game. As her eyes took in his lean build, she suddenly realized that she hadn't noticed his pierced ears or spiked hair from so high up in the bleachers. He looked like a criminal!
"Yuji," Tsukishima drawled, noticing the distressed fragrance Yachi had begun to seep out. "Relax your scent. You're like Tanaka, you both have no self control."
Yuji glanced over to Tsukishima, then to Yachi, then back to Tsukishima once more.
"Are you guys together?!" He asked at last, ignoring the chastising comment with ease.
Yachi slowly blinked, stunned by the forwardness of the question. Her...with Tsukishima? Did the pierced Alpha forget how to use his nose? His Alpha scent was clearly lingering around Yamaguchi, not her! She quickly glanced at her freckled nestmate, furrowing her brows in question and recieved an astonished look in return. She couldn't help but giggle at Yamaguchi's shocked face-- he always looked funny when he was rattled.
"No," Tsukishima replied with irritation, not even bothering to glance up from his phone. "Clearly, we are not together. Use your nose."
Apparently, nothing phases the guy, Yachi mused with a soft smile, not even a forward remark like that. He was almost a robot!
"Good," the criminal Alpha stated plainly-- a strange response that Yachi didn't exactly understand.
Good? Why was it good?
"So," he continued, oblivious to the awkward air floating around the porch-- provoked by his previous remark. "Your scent is what won us the game! I think I owe you a thanks!"
Yachi slowly nodded, but really, she had no idea what the crazy Alpha was on about. She sniffed the air again, trying to ascertain just what exactly he was thinking, but his scent hit her with such intensity that she once again subconsciously stepped back into the empty air behind her. Tsukishima casually caught her once more, this time without looking up from him phone-- expecting her clumsiness.
"Can you not tell that your scent is overwhelming them?" He sighed, placing Yachi in a safer location on the porch-- away from the dangerous stairs. "You're frightening her. Don't tell me that you can't smell the fear..."
Yuji's head swiveled between her and Yamaguchi a few times before his light eyes widened with understanding. "Aw, shit. Did I just make the worst first impression?!" He whined, genuinely upset with himself.
Suddenly, he took a lurching step forward and Yachi immediately backed against the railing, consciously trying to scramble away from his intense energy. He stopped nearly a foot away from her and crouched down, holding himself at her eye level. Under most other circumstances, she would not have hesitated to look away, especially from an Alpha as close to her as he was. However, she found herself lost in his hazel stare-- he had lovely chocolate eyes that exuded an unfounded determination. She found him...attractive. Even his scent, though forceful, was appealing.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the pierced boy straightened back to his full height. Then, he pointed a long finger at her and smirked. "Let me try again! One more chance! I'm going to go inside, and then I'm gonna come back out here and try again! Just hang on a second!"
Try...again? Try what again? Yachi watched on with sudden interest, from her stiffened position against the railing, as the fanatic boy quickly turn on his heels and re-entered the front door of the yellow house. When he didn't immediatly return, she glanced over at Yamaguchi in question and received a lazy shrug in reply. For a few moments, she remained in place, picking at the skin of her fingers until her curiosity got the best of her. Slowly moving away from the porch banister, she took a few tentative steps towards the oak door. Was he...was he coming back? A millisecond later, she had her answer. The door in front of her opened and a blonde head peeked out, flashing a toothy grin.
As Yuji stepped back out onto the porch, his scent flooded into her breathing space once more, but this time, she found herself better able to stomach it. Not because it was weaker than it had been before-- it was as if her body was slowly acclimating to its intensity.
"Oh, hello there!" Yuji sang out as he softly closed the door behind him. "We haven't met yet, have we? My name is Yuji. What's yours?"
Yachi's mouth parted in a small gap and she remained quietly flabbergasted for a moment before the blonde Alpha's lopsided smile pulled her into the humorous act. "Y-Yachi! I'm...Yachi," she replied, much louder than she intended. She internally cringed at her words-- she sounded like she was introducing herself in front of an entire class of peers.
The blonde Alpha took a few steps closer and once again leaned down in front of her small form. "Is my smell any better?" He whispered, scowling in Tsukishima's direction through narrowed eyes. "I'm trying, but it's so hard. I've never had to do this before."
"Uh, yes! Much better!" Yachi replied in a high pitched voice. It was not better, but she didn't have the heart to tell him otherwise. Plus, she was getting used to its...wild nature.
"It's not," Tsukishima droned from his position on the far side of the porch. He and Yamaguchi had relaxed themselves swinging bench and had resumed watching videos on the Alpha's phone.
Yachi froze, her eyes widening with guilt. Tsukishima had outed her lie!
"Oh, YACHI!" Yuji dramatically called into the air, rolling his head back in feigned exasperation. "How am I going to learn if you don't tell me the truth?!"
"Ah- I'm sorry!" She stammered back, internally chastising Tsukishima for outing her little white lie.
Yuji took a step back and leaned against the siding of the house, a few feet in front of her. He flashed her a cheeky smirk that was almost flirtatious and her heart did a somersault. The pink lights she had strung up earlier illuminated his sharp features in a softer light and butterflies skittered through her stomach when she noticed just how toned his lean figure was-- hidden beneath his vivid orange shirt.
"You are seriously adorable when you're nervous," the blonde Alpha declared with a wink.
His lazy eyes looked hungry and his scent made it very, very clear to Yachi that he was interested in her. She wasn't sure where his interest in her came from, or what his intentions were, but she was pleasantly surprised to find that she wasn't frightened of him. Actually, she held a similar level of curiosity for him. She wanted to see more of his outgoing personality and she found herself inhaling his scent in larger portions.
"Um- thank you!" She squeaked in reply, feeling her cheeks flush from her internal thoughts. She cursed herself for not listening to Suga's most recent lessons about scent suppression-- hopefully the Alpha wouldn't notice her curious fragrance.
Yuji crossed his arms over his chest and eyed her down for a moment, stalling her in place with his all-consuming aura. "So, Miss. rose, " he said, breaking the intense silence, much to her relief. "This is my formal thanks for being at our game today. If you hadn't been there, I wouldn't have made that last save that won us the set!"
Yachi was supremely perplexed by the statement. What on earth was he on about? When she didn't respond, Yuji's infectious smile widened. "That last play, remember? When I stuck my foot out? I was only able to do that thanks to you."
Yachi felt her jaw drop slightly and her eyes widened in disbelief. "Um...how did I help...exactly?"
The blonde Alpha granted her with a cheeky wink and she felt herself internally melt at the cheesy action on his angular face. "I was pretty sure that there was no way I could get to the ball in time...and then I smelled you," he explained, furrowing his brows in reflection. "Time just slowed down and I was able to make it there in time. It was the only reason I was able to keep the ball up."
Yachi found herself growing in excitement at his words-- Yuji had smelled her. Her scent had helped him-- it had helped win the game! Chaki always said that she needed to reign in her fragrance, that it was disgusting for him to smell, but here stood an Alpha openly admiring it. She looked down at her pink socks and shifted her feet in embarrassment, unused to the positive attention from the gender she most feared.
"Oh, sorry. I hope I didn't say anything too forward..." Yuji said hesitantly, cocking his head to the side to better see her face. "Daichi gave me a whole lecture on the rules around Omegas. I guess we're not supposed to smell you guys without permission...and I kind of just admitted to you that I did," he finished, rubbing the back of his neck apologetically.
"Oh, no! It's fine. Really!" Yachi replied, frantically waving her small hands out in front of her. "You were so far away, it's not like it was intentional or anything. Plus, it would be ridiculous to expect you guys to not smell up at all...that would be...impossible...I think."
Actually...how had he smelled her from so far away? Wait, she pondered ad she furiously bit down on her bottom lip, she had smelled him from the same distance. Why had she been able to smell him?
"Okay, good!" Yuji said with a soft sigh of relief. "Hey! You don't have a drink! Do you want one?"
Yachi had only had one drink-- a glass of wine that Oikawa had practically forced on her. She had been very nervous about drinking around Alphas. She thought it wise to stay sober and on her toes. She knew that it wouldn't be wise to push herself, it had only been a week since she had more readily begun leaving the nest room, after all. Plus, her past experiences with Chaki didn't do her any favors. He used to pressure her into drinking, and it never turned out well for her. The more he drank, the angrier he became and she had been the lightning rod for that rage more times than she could count.
"I'll go get you one...hang on!" Yuji declared, tearing her away from her spiraling thoughts. "Don't go anywhere, okay? Stay right there," he finished, pointing at her as he entered the house once again.
Yachi stood there quietly for a moment, knowing that Yuji's unwitting intentions weren't done from a place of malice. He had just assumed that she was drinking like everyone else, nothing more. She glanced over to Yamaguchi and Tsukishima-- they were both too far away and too absorbed in each other's company to have heard her and Yuji's somewhat awkward exchange. She rolled her head back to eye the door, staring down it's oaken build, waiting for it to open once again. After a few moments, he thoughts shifted back to Yuji and she began a mental checklist of how he had made her feel.
Normally, strong Alpha scents invoked her body to release a defensive scent of fear, but she was growing comfortable with Yuji's faster than anyone could have predicted possible. Even now, his lingering fragrance teased the air around her and she actually enjoyed breathing it in-- now that it was less powerful. His disregard for her personal space was something that most Omegas would be fearful of. Especially ones who, like her, had suffered from years of neglect and abuse. But for some reason, she found herself wanting to be near him. His presence made her feel a natural calm that she had not experienced since in a long time. However, the most important thing she had realized was something that made her heart swell with hesitant hope-- Yuji's exhilarating presence somehow banished all thoughts of Chaki from her waking thoughts. Her past experiences with Chaki were always lurking in the deepest recesses of mind, ready to strike her when she least expected it. It didn't matter what she was doing-- sleeping, reading, eating, even nesting with the other Omegas, they were always there. Until now.
"Oh good, you didn't run away!" Yuji exclaimed, rattling her focus back to the real world. "I got you this...um...it's fruity...I think. I didn't really know what you wanted, and there isn't exactly a large selection left," he trailed off, handing her a glass bottle of fizzy liquid.
"T-this is perfect! Thank you!" She stuttered out, once again, louder than she had intended-- she wanted to throw a palm into her face.
Yuji took up his former position against the yellow siding in front of her and took a swig of his full beer. "So, Yachi. Tell me about yourself!"
"Um..." She started, unsure of what to say. She wanted to seem interesting, but she felt like she didn't really have a lot to offer. She was...boring...that's what Chaki always-
"Favorite color?" Yuji interjected her tumbling thoughts, banishing Chaki to the abyss once more.
"Pink, or, I guess like, a rose gold?" She answered truthfully-- colors that made her truly happy inside.
"Makes sense, since you smell like roses!" Yuji responded with a hearty laugh and his renewed scent wafted over to her in droves of fresh intensity. This time, she didn't take a step back.
Roses. She smelled like roses. Chaki was a liar.
"What's, uh, what's yours?" She asked softly, her cheeks flushing with renewed delight.
"Yellow."
Yellow definitely suited him. It was a loud, energizing, and unforgiving colour.
"So, do you go to school here?"
"Um, no," Yachi replied in nearly whisper and took a nervous sip of her beverage. "Well, yes. But I take all of my courses online."
"Oh cool! I bet you're a straight A student." Yuji exclaimed, cheersing the empty air with his bottle. "You definitely have that look."
"Well...I wouldn't go that far-"
"Oh my god!" The blonde Alpha shouted at once-- thankfully, Yachi was finally used to his abrupt changes in volume. "You could help me study! Say you will, please? If my marks drop anymore I won't be able to play on the team until I get them back up!"
"Isn't...isn't the season over...now?"
"Well, yeah, but only for a few weeks! Which meaaaaaaans, a few weeks of intense tutoring from you!"
"S-sure, I don't know how much help I will be, but-"
"Great!" Yuji declared, happy to interrupt her. "That settles that!"
It did settle that. Yachi kind of wanted to tutor him. She wanted an excuse to be around his invigorating energy...and his stifling scent. As they continued their chat in the pink tinted lighting of the porch, she found herself increasingly grateful for the Alpha's presence and her desire to know more about him grew exponentially. Each time he laughed, she felt her heart boom against her chest, threatening to burst out of her ribs. When she giggled at his cheeky remarks, she felt like her former self, not just a shell of it. Even Suga couldn't pull a laugh from her like Yuji seemed to be able to. His easy conversational skills were pulling her personality back from the abyss that Chaki had created, and she loved it.
However, she was still hesitant. Yuji was an Alpha. She hoped that being around him was affecting her in a positive way, but she knew that her PTSD from her time with Chaki was going to step in at some point and make things complicated again.
Oikawa~
Oikawa had polished off five tequila sunrises before he and Hajime partook in a game of beer pong, which they lost brutally to Tanaka and Bokuto. Now, he felt that it was safe to say that he was sufficiently feeling the effects of liquid courage.
"Oi," Hajime called out to him from the makeshift bar. "Do you need a refill?"
He most certainly did not. The night was too young and drinking was a marathon, not a sprint.
"I'm good~~ I still have quite a bit of beer left from the game," he called back, raising his voice just enough to be heard over the music and array of voices in the living room.
He leaned forward, peeking behind the dining room wall to catch a glimpse of his Alpha. He was facing away, searching a blue cooler for a bottle of beer. Amber, no doubt, Oikawa thought to himself. Hajime had, on more than one occasion, complained that his friends mainly preferred light beer, forcing him to drink it whenever they got jugs. Oikawa took a moment to admire the muscles of the Alpha's back, which quickly shifted the bulge in his grey jeans when he turned around and began his confident stride back, beer in hand. He certainly had a large cock, a gift from nature that Oikawa was grateful for.
"Why are you acting so quiet. It's weird," Hajime asked through suspicious, narrowed lids as he stopped his domineering figure next to Oikawa.
"Oh, just admiring your physique..."
Hajime let out a husky snicker and took a swig of his beer. "You wanna go somewhere quiet for a bit?"
"I think it's a bit early to-"
"Get your head out of the gutter, you dipshit. I meant to...talk."
Talk? How drunk was his Alpha? Hajime wasn't exactly an avid conversationalist, especially when it came to feelings-- not that it really mattered to Oikawa. He could see beneath the surface of the boy pretty easily.
"Sure~~ lead the way Mr. Alpha."
Hajime grabbed him by the hand and led him out onto the front porch, past the distracted Yamaguchi and Tsukishima, and into the yard. After walking over to the large oak tree and Hajime promptly sat down and leaned up against its bark. Oikawa followed suit, lowering himself to the ground across from the domineering Alpha. It had been a long time since he had felt grass on his palms-- it was pleasant.
"How drunk are you?" Hajime asked, his eyes trailing down to Oikawa's moving hands, running along the tops of the natural blades.
Oikawa looked up, the moonlight shining down on his Alpha accentuated his strong jaw and stern eyes. "Tipsy, which is sufficient for the time being," he replied, taking another sip of his beer. "Why? How drunk are you?"
"Feeling the effects for sure."
The two sat in silence for a moment until Oikawa piped up with a question that had been nagging him for quite some time. The liquid courage gave him the guts to finally ask it.
"Um...so. What kind of stuff do you like? In bed, I mean."
Hajime choked, mid sip. "What?" He asked between coughs. "What do you mean?"
"Oh, don't make me repeat it, Hajime. You know what I mean," Oikawa scoffed back before looking away in embarrassment. He hoped that the Alpha wouldn't be able to see his blushing face in the dim light.
He didn't blush. Ever. It really wasn't his thing.
"Wait," Hajime started, setting his bottle of beer down against the tree. "Like, what do I like during sex?"
"Yeah. I mean, my heat is in four days and I just thought I'd ask to make sure we have...some of the same sexual interests..." Oikawa replied, keeping his eyes fixed on his hands in his lap.
"I guess that makes sense. If we don't have similar tastes then-"
"So what are they? Your tastes."
"You really want to know?" Hajime asked with a raised eyebrow, fingers fiddling with a plucked strand of grass.
At least he wasn't the only one who was nervous.
"Yeah, I'll tell you mine too, okay?" Oikawa offered, trying to alleviate some of the awkward tension around them.
Hajime looked up, eyeing him down with dark eyes for a few moments of silent contemplation. He knew that it was his Alpha's way of deciding if he was trustworthy with such personal information.
"I like to be the dominant one in bed. I like to be called...sir or master," Hajime said at last without breaking his intense gaze and Oikawa smirked-- he had guessed this.
"So, you like to do the fucking."
"Yeah..."
"And what about my pleasure?"
He was curious if Hajime was willing to expand his interests. No doubt calling the Alpha master and letting him fuck the shit out of him was a turn on, but he wanted to occasionally take the lead...to switch things up every now and again.
"You wouldn't get any pleasure from that kind of sex?" Hajime questioned back, tossing a handful of plucked grass over his broad shoulder.
"Oh, I would. It turns me on just thinking about it..." Oikawa started and Hajime began to emit a primal, sexual scent at his honest words. "But sometimes, I want to be able to...be the one who's doing the work, you know?"
Hajime gave him a perplexed look and remained silent, brows slightly furrowed. Has the guy never had an Omega pleasure him? Was he always the one doing the work?
"Okay," Oikawa offered, doing his best to come up with an explanation on such short notice. "Imagine it like me riding your cock. I'd be the one doing the work, right? That's what I'm trying to get at."
"That, I would enjoy," Hajime responded with a guttural growl, his sexual scent seeping out in strong waves, influencing Oikawa's inhibitions.
"Okay, okay!" Oikawa cried out, waving his hands out in front of him. "Relax! It's not like we can fuck right now. Stop doing that."
"Why. Not." Hajime replied, his words choppy and his tone primal- ready to pounce.
"Hajime!" Oikawa half-yelled, clamoring to his feet on the damp grass. "You are not fucking me on the front lawn in full view of the house!"
The Alpha took a few deep breaths, grabbed his beer, then stood up. As he took a confident step forward, Oikawa could feel the heat from his toned body wash over him. His own heart began to pound and he hurried to shove away his unwanted feelings of arousal.
"Just know," his Alpha whispered hotly into his ear, sending shivers through his body. "That later tonight, I'm going to fuck you until you can't take it anymore."
"I can take whatever you dish out," Oikawa asserted softly, his own scent lacing itself with waves of desire. He couldn't help himself.
Hajime roughly grabbed his nipple through his turquoise shirt and twisted with the perfect amount of force. "I'll remember that statement," he snarled out possessively before taking a step back. Running a large hand through his short hair, he took another swig of his beer. "Now let's get back to the party before my knot becomes too large for me to handle."
Bokuto~
Bokuto had been keeping tabs on Keiji most of the night, but no amount of liquid courage was enough to make him approach. He bounced around the various chatting groups-- playing beer pong with Suga and Daichi, conversing with Shoyo, Tobio, and Tanaka, but he always kept his nose perked up for the blue eyed Omega.
He glanced down at his watch, 11:55 pm, time for another drink. He waltzed over to the bar in a hurry only to find that nearly everything was gone. Groaning under his breath, he pulled out a pink cooler. He wasn't looking forward to its sugary taste...but maybe this one would give him the courage he needed.
"Wow! We are OUTTTT!" Tanaka yelled over his shoulder, slightly slurring his words. "OI! Suga! The night is still young! We need to hit up the liquor store!"
Bokuto smelled the silver haired Omega approach from behind. He pushed in between the two Alphas and let out a heavy sigh. Bokuto stiffened, not wanting Suga's close proximity to set off his captain-- he was already on thin ice.
"Daaaaaaaaichiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Suga called over his shoulder, almost directly into Bokuto's ear. "We need to do a liquor run!"
"WHAT? We're out?" Daichi exclaimed from a few feet behind, seemingly uncaring of his Omega's position-- wedged between two Alphas.
Oikawa poked a chestnut head out of the blue kitchen and smirked. "Probably because Asahi and Nishinoya played so much beer pong~~"
"Heeeeeey! We played a few games, so what?" Nishinoya slurred from his position in Asahi's lap on the living room couch.
"Yeah, don't blame ussss," the bunned giant added, scenting the willing Omega in his lap.
"KurrOOOO!" Daichi shouted into the air, his drunken state making him uncharacteristically loud.
"WHAT!" Came a loud response through the door to the backyard. "What is it THIS TIME!"
"We gotta do a run," the captain replied as the rooster walked through the open door. "A liquor run."
"Goddammit," Kuroo grumbled with a very intoxicated Kenma perched on his back. "I hate that you made me the party mom. Look at all of you!" He continued, throwing his hands into the air with exasperation. "You're all loaded."
"Hey man, not true! I was reffin' the beer pong games," Tanaka retorted with a snort.
"Oh? And how many beers did you have while you were standing there reffing?"
"Okay, I may have had a few..." The bald Alpha admitted, polishing off a shot with a smirk. "I'll volunteer to go to the liquor store, okay? Relax," he added, lightly punching the party mom in the shoulder to ease the tension between them.
"Actually, we have some booze stockpiled at our house..." Bokuto chimed in-- it was the perfect an excuse to pull Daichi and Kuroo out with him and gather some intel on Keiji.
"No we don't! We brought most of it with us man," Yuji called over and Bokuto was quick to note that there was a small female Omega quite close to his blonde teammate's side.
W hat on earth was going on there? Christ, even Yuji was better with Omegas than he was.
"I still have a bunch stocked in my room," he reiterated sternly, willing Yuji to shut up and not ruin his plan.
"Okay! Okay!" Kuroo shouted above the various conversations in the room. "Everyone SHUT UP. Tanaka, you and Tobio go to the liquor store and Daichi, you go with Bokuto to get whatever he has left."
"Uh, actually..." Bokuto said, shuffling over to the rooster with dejected shoulders. "I was kinda hoping that I could talk with both you and Daichi about some stuff..."
Kuroo gave him an exasperated look, then sighed. "Okay, let me just put Kenma in our room. He needs to sleep off some of the booze," he chastised, flicking his Omega on the nose and receiving a soft whimper in response. "Then I can join you."
"I'm not going to the liquor store," Tobio drawled from his position by the stairs. "I am sufficiently drunk already. It doesn't make sense for me to go if I'm not drinking anymore."
"Oh how kingly, Tobio. Always thinking of others~~" Tsukishima chirped from the porch through an open window.
"SHUT UP, TSUKISHIMA!" Tobio snarled back with a pout until a bouncing Shoyo poked and prodded at his side, playfully pulling him from his glowering state.
"Okay, fine!" Kuroo barked out through gnashed teeth. "Hajime, you go instead."
Bokuto could tell that the rooster's frustration was rapidly increasing. The sad life of a sober watchman-- he was thankful that the role wasn't his.
"Yeah, whatever," Hajime said from the entryway, stifling drunken yawn. "I'll go, it's fine."
"No way are you two going by yourselves. I'm coming along!" Suga chimed, his declaration receiving a low growl from the captain. "Daichi, shut up. They need someone who is at least seeeeemi-sober to come along...if we want that liquor to come back in one piece."
"Fine," Daichi ceded, grumbling under his breath-- unhappy that his Omega was leaving the house without his protection.
Bokuto admired that the captain felt comfortable enough in allowing other Alphas to accompany his Omega without him there. They really were becoming some weird, hybrid pack.
He subconsciously perked up to hear Keiji's lazy voice add into the array of chatter. "Don't worry, Daichi. I'll tag along. Keep everyone in their place."
Keiji...going without him...going with the other Alphas. Drunk Alphas. He stifled a growl, willing himself to trust in his friends as Daichi had.
"By theeeeeeee way..." Asahi called from the couch, to no one in particular. "Noya and I are going to walk to the oceanfront park."
"What. Why." Kuroo barked in question, furrowing his brows with renewed irritation. "You think that's a safe choice? 'Cause I don't."
"Of course, man! With Asahi's huge body and my smoooooth combat skills, we'll be fine!" Nishinoya replied, waving a hand over his spiky hair in disregard.
Asahi rolled his head towards the rooster and slurred. "Yeah, Kuroo. Don't worrrrry. We'll be fine. We just wanna catch some crabs."
"Why the fuck do you want to drunkenly catch crabs at eleven o'clock at night," Hajime droned out with a what the fuck look plastered across his normally stern face.
"We both used to catch them as kids okayyyy, you sassy Alpha," Nishinoya chirped back from the couch, sticking his tongue out at Hajime's amused form.
"Fuck, okay fine. Just make sure you both have your goddamn phones," Kuroo barked, throwing his head back in resignation.
"Annnnnnnnnd SPRAY!" Suga yelled out, once again into Bokuto's hurting ear.
"You got it, Sugar Momma!" Asashi said cheekily, winking at the silver haired boy.
Seeing the bunned giant talk to Suga in such a relaxed fashion made Bokuto's heart swell. He wanted to be apart of this pack. He needed to be.
"Wow~~ stealing my nickname?!" Oikawa chirped, pouncing the pair on the blue couch to tickle them mercilessly.
Nishinoya rolled off of the bunned Alpha and playfully tackled Oikawa into the couch cushions. "Trying to touch my Alpha ehhhhh, Oikawa? I don't think so! Feel my wrath!" The little spitfire poked back, jabbing the chestnut haired boy in the kidneys.
Asahi quickly crouched down at the side of the couch, grabbed Oikawa's hands, and used them to lightly smack his face. "Stop hitting yourself, Oikawa! Stop hitting yourself~~" He chirped, receiving an audacious laugh from Nishinoya.
"Hajimeeeeeee~~" Oikawa whined out dramatically. "Help meeeee!"
"Nope," Hajime affirmed, polishing off his bottle of beer and setting it down on the stairs. "You got yourself into that mess. I ain't doing anything."
Suga burst out laughing and Bokuto couldn't help but join in. A good-natured brawl between Alphas and Omegas was something that he had never witnessed before in his entire life. He had seen both lighthearted and savage scuffles between Alphas, but never a playful one that including both genders together. The fact that Hajime was completely at ease watching Asahi touch Oikawa blew his mind. At no point in time had he heard of an Alpha being okay with another one, friend or not, touching their Omega. Not even playfully. In fact, even getting too close to a mated Omega was known to cause physical altercations.
"Okaaaaaay, that's enough," Daichi declared, pulling Nishinoya's small form off of Oikawa by the back of his black shirt. "Go catch your stupid crabs."
"We will, thank you. Maybe we'll bring one back and put it in your bed..." Asahi said mischievously under his breath as Daichi plopped Noya onto the hardwood in front of him.
"What did you say? I swear to god, it you do anything..." Daichi growled jauntily, taking a step towards the bunned giant.
"I guess you'll just have to wait and see!" The spitfire Omega coyly remarked, flashing a toothy grin.
Daichi ruffled the boy's spiky hair. "If I find even one crab in my room, I'll repay you tenfold with a prank of my own. Mark my words."
"DAICHI, NO! You're speaking his language!" Suga yelled, flailing his arms above him as he ran over to the captain. "You'll start a prank war!"
"What, you think we can't take 'em?"
Suga flashed the captain with an impish grin. "Nah, you're right. We can take these punks!"
"Punks?! Sugar momma, calling me a punk?!" Nishinoya cried into the air and placed a small hand over his heart, feigning hurt feelings.
"You heard me! It's about time I got you back for all your antics!"
"YOU'RE ON!" Nishinoya declared, poking the silver Omega in the chest. "Asahi, you had better pull your weight around here! I have a reputation to uphold!"
"Awwwwww, Noyaaaa, that's so mean. Thinking I can't handle the pressure..." Asahi whined into the air, but smirked lazily.
"It's too late to change your team now!" Daichi chastised his opponents, playfully pinching Nishinoya's cheek. "Don't come crying to me when Asahi can't hack it!"
"Hey! We're gonna kick your ass!" The spitfire remarked, brushing away the captain's large hand in annoyance. "Don't you dare underestimate us!"
A prank war, Bokuto mused with shining eyes, he wanted to be a part of it too! As the night had progressed, he had found himself wishing more and more that he lived in the lively yellow house. Being around the various Omega scents and the genuinely cheerful Alphas made him extremely envious-- he needed to talk to Daichi and Kuroo as soon as possible.
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