Untitled Part 29
Part Four: Cohabitation
Chapter Twenty Nine: Yellow Roses
Yachi~
As Yachi descended the stairs on Monday morning, happy voices rang out from the main floor and familiar tinges of fragrances whirled into her nostrils. She adored it, feeling safe and secure, regardless of the intrusion a few days earlier-- she knew in her heart that her housemates, both Alpha and Omega, had her back.
"Yaaaaaaaachi! I need your help with the pancakes," Tanaka called out from the kitchen, smelling her scent.
She strolled into the blue kitchen, rubbing her eyes. Still in her pink pajamas, her bunny slippers slid across the black and white tile as she shuffled towards the bald Alpha, frowning down at the stove.
"You're doing it wrong. You're not flipping them on time," Kuroo barked over his shoulder, his large hands emerged in soapy dish water.
An instant later, Shoyo bounded into the room, plopped a dirty plate on the rooster's growing dish pile, then leaned over Tanaka's shoulder to eye down the pan.
"Kuroo's right. You're not flipping them on time!"
"Well it's not exactly easy, okay?! They get stuck!" Tanaka whined, passing the spatula over to the ginger with vigor. "You try it, then, shrimpy!"
Shoyo was a pretty good cook, Yachi knew that for certain from the old cooking schedules during their time in their Omega residence. Her help wouldn't be needed. ..so long as he didnt start a fire. With that thought in mind, she shuffled over to Kuroo and planted herself next to him. Wow , she pondered, gazing up at his tall stature, he really was a giant! She shuddered, briefly wondering how Kenma managed to sleep with such a large Alpha.
"You, uh, you need some help? Here, I can dry!" She squeaked, grabbing a dish towel from the silver rack by the window. "I don't mind!"
"That's so thoughtful!" Kuroo replied, glancing down at her with a coy, lopsided grin. "KENMA! YOU'RE LUCKY YACHI IS SO NICE! Not that you were going to help with dish duty anyways..." He suddenly yelled over his shoulder, his voice falling into a quiet mutter.
Yachi flinched back from the abrupt loudness, stumbling into the marble counter on her left. Lucky, lucky it wasn't the side with her broken ribs, she sighed in relief, although...they had felt better healed when she tested them out earlier that morning- - only hard impacts seemed to bother them now.
"Not a problem! It would be my pleasure!" She exclaimed, granting the rooster with her best smile.
As she dried the items Kuroo handed her, making casual small talk, various people shuffled in and out of the kitchen. When they at last finished, Tanaka presented her with a somewhat burnt, heart shaped pancake.
"Oh, Tanaka!" She cried, beaming up at him. "It looks great!"
"It looks awful," Kuroo drawled out from behind her, wiping his wrinkly hands on a fresh dish towel. "You're seriously gonna eat that?"
"Hey! Shut up. Just because you know how to cook..." The bald Alpha muttered, punching the rooster in the shoulder over Yachi's head. They really were giants...
She quickly scampered out of the kitchen as their playful banter shifted to a semi-brawl and placed her plate down on the oak table next to Bokuto, eagerly shoving a piece of jelly toast into his mouth.
"Good morning!" He sang with a full mouth, his voice somewhat nasally from his swollen nose.
"Your toast looks good!" Yachi replied with a smile, forcing down a desire to feel her own nose to ensure it was okay.
When she attempted to cut into her hard pancake, she realized that something about the owl boy seemed... different . She sniffed the air as her knife cracked through the burnt batter, clanging onto the white plate beneath. He smelled off, almost like...Keiji?! Had the two of them...?
A moment later, she had her answer in the form of Keiji, waltzing in from the backyard, textbook in hand. Oh , she thought to herself with a quiet giggle, they had definitely slept together. Bokuto was so different from her snarky nestmate, yet, maybe...they fit together? Balanced out each other's strengths and weaknesses...
Bokuto hurried to shove the remaining bits of toast into his mouth and pushed up from the table. "Ready to go?" He mumbled to Keiji, standing on his right with an amused look on his normally pensive face.
"Chew your food, you're going to choke," Keiji droned back, hitting him on the head with his textbook.
"Keijiiiii," he whined back, holding up his splintered fingers. "You shouldn't hit me! I'm injured!"
Keiji rolled his icy eyes and sighed. "Let's go, let's go. Stop complaining. I want to get to the library before lunch."
"Can't we just hang out here for--"
"No."
"But we are--"
"Let's go. You need more study prep than I do."
"Fiiiiiiine..."
Yachi watched as the pair made their way out the door, enjoying each other's company with some harmless bickering. She smiled down at the table and began the difficult endeavor of eating the hardened pancake before her. When she had nearly cleared the plate, Suga pulled up a chair beside her and gave her a wry, knowing smirk.
"Hey," he said, lightly bumping her shoulder with his own. "How are you feeling?"
"Hi!" Yachi replied with a squeak, happy to have her sugar momma back from the hospital. "Do you really think that Oikawa will be discharged tonight? I know your text said--"
"Pretty sure!" Suga interrupted her word vomit with a thoughtful laugh. "Listen, Yachi. There's actually something I wanted to talk to you about..."
"Oh?" She questioned, taking another bite of the hard pancake.
"About...Yuji.."
Yachi froze mid-chew, holding her utensils stiffly in her small hands. She had been planning on talking to the Alpha today, but she just wasn't sure how to bring up her feelings-- or what to even say about them, for that matter.
"I...I could use the advice," she confessed, her pale cheeks flushing pink in embarrassment. "I'm not sure...I don't know...what to even say..."
"Well, he's still asleep right now. Upstairs, the room across from the nest," Suga started, dragging a slender finger across the syrup on her plate and plopping it in his mouth.
Yeah... she had smelled him the moment she left the nest room earlier, but she had convinced herself that it was merely remnants from the fight with Chaki.
"But, more importantly, what exactly do you want with him?" Suga questioned plainly, eyeing her down with motherly, chocolate eyes. "Because, if you haven't already noticed, our nest seems to pairing up with these Alpha boys, left and right, with no regard for normal relationship timelines."
T hat she had noticed.
"I...." She faltered, trying to find the right words to describe her complex feelings. "I guess...I guess I like him. I mean...I really do. I know you guys don't want me to take things too fast, but the thing is, when I'm around him, I don't think Ill be able to help myself. I don't know...does that make any sense? I mean, I don't even know if he likes me back! And if he doesn't--"
"Okay, shh," Suga interjected her ramblings once more, ruffling her golden hair. "Daichi and I talked. Yuji, he's a good guy. You brighten up when you're around him, too. I noticed it at the game, but I thought it was a fluke or something. And then I saw you two at the party and, well, you have my blessing...and Oikawa's...and Keiji's," he finished sweetly, rising up from the table to rejoin Daichi on the turquoise couch.
Yachi was momentarily stunned. Was that it? No advice?! Just a blessing and Yuji's location?!
"You'll be fine!" Suga called over his shoulder, smelling her panicked fragrance. "The room across from the nest, don't forget!" He added with a sly wink before plopping down on the couch across the room.
Oh, cause she was going to forget where Yuji was, very funny . She sighed, forcing the last bit of pancake down her throat before shuffling back into the kitchen. Washing her plate at an agonizingly slow pace, trying to stall against her inevitable confrontation with Yuji, she pondered what exactly she was going to say. What if he didn't like her back? What if he couldn't handle her panic attacks or her stupid traumatic history? She shook her head, no, she needed to stop drawing conclusions.
As she dried her dish and placed it in the cupboard, she steadied her conviction, readying herself to find out the answers.
"Hey...Daichi?" She called over to the couch as she exited the kitchen-- suddenly aware of how she could break the ice with Yuji.
"What's up?" The captain called, looking over his shoulder at her with questioning eyes.
"Could...um...could I, or I guess, could Yuji...could Yuji borrow a shirt and some sweatpants? I know that--"
"Oh, for sure!" Daichi interjected, hiking himself up from the couch. "Bokuto borrowed some of my stuff this morning, too."
"Oh...great!" Yachi remarked as the Alpha strode towards her, ruffling her golden hair with his large hand.
Man, him and Suga were definitely the parental figures in the house...ruffling her hair...acting like she was their kid...
"Here, let's go up to my room and you can pick something out. You have better taste in clothing than he does!"
Yachi nodding and trailed behind the captain up the stairs, growing more nervous with every step.
***
Yuji had been half asleep the entire morning. The bed was a lush haven of comfort and the sunlight catching through the bay window had him acting like a cat-- basking in the warm rays. He lazily glanced over at the alarm clock situated on the white nightstand, 11:33am, he really should get up...
"Hello...?" A timid voice called from behind the door, startling him to his full senses. Yachi .
Oh god. Shit.
He shot up in a panic then froze in place on the cold hardwood, unsure of what to do. He glanced down at himself, he was naked down to his briefs. Oh goddammit.
"Um...Yuji? Hello?" Yachi called again, quietly tapping on the door. "Sorry to wake you..."
"Uh..um...just a second!" He yelled back, louder than he intended-- she just made him so frickin' nervous.
Frantically searching the room for his clothing, he was quick to find his orange shirt, caked with dry blood. He pulled it over his lean torso in a hurry, careful not to upset his damaged jaw. Jeans, jeans, where were his jeans? Where were they?! He paced, half naked, around the room, eyes darting about. No time. No time! His panicked mind cancelled his quest and he grabbed onto the grey bed sheet, playing tug-o-war against the mattress. After he finally managed to yank it free, he wrapped it around his waist and rushed over to open the door.
"Oh, hey!" He attempted to say smoothly, nearly falling over in his casual attempt to lean against the frame. "What's, uh, what's up? How are you feeling?"
"Um...Hi, are you okay? You're out of breath..." Yachi replied with furrowed brows, looking up at him with honey colored eyes.
"Oh yeah! I'm totally fine. Just couldn't, uh, find my pants..." Yuji mumbled out in embarrassment, gesturing at the bed sheet wrapped around his waist.
"Well, good news then!" The small Omega squeaked, flashing him a bright smile that warmed the deepest parts of his soul. "Daichi let me borrow some of his clothes for you!"
Yuji's heart swelled, she was so fucking considerate.
"Thank you so much! Oh my god, this so perfect," he exclaimed, taking the pile of cloth from her small hands. "My shirt is torn to hell and I have no idea where my pants are."
"Oh! N--no problem!" Yachi replied, stuttering as their hands brushed during the exchange. "Glad to help!"
He couldn't help but admire her pink pajamas, her small figure was swimming in the over-sized fabric. When he accidentally noticed her small breasts pushing against the silk, his cock twitched with anticipation and a mass wave of internal panic set in. Oh no, oh no, oh no. Think of something else, he commanded himself, averting his gaze down to the floorboards.
"Um..I...I like your bunny slippers!" He shouted down at her feet, much, much louder than he intended.
Why was he always so nervous around her? He never was nervous around women, especially Omegas.
When Yachi jumped back, startled from his abrupt shout, he ground his teeth together, cursing himself. He wanted to slap his forehead, he was losing cool points left and right. Get. It. Together.
"T--thank you!" She stuttered, adjusting her pajama top along her slender shoulders and he instantly averted his gaze once again, this time opting for the ceiling.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to yell. I guess I'm still tired," he lied, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to ease his stress.
"Oh, that's okay!" Yachi replied, hesitantly stepping back towards the door frame. "Um...actually, I was wondering if we could talk about some stuff...if that's okay?"
Talk about things. He had spent nearly two hours, tossing and turning, trying to think about what he was going to say to her after everything that happened with Chaki . He never actually formed a plan, he just, sort of, bounced around a series of scenarios until he had fallen asleep. Now, smelling her rosy fragrance so close by made his mind fuzzy-- he wanted nothing more than to scent her. He just had no idea how to tell her that...or how she would respond to such a forward remark. They barely knew each other.
"Oh, yeah! Of course," he said with a nod, trying to hide the panic in his voice. "Do you...uh...wanna come in?"
Yachi gave him a nervous smile and stepped forward. "Sure, yeah. That would be, um, great."
Yuji moved aside to let her by, subtly inhaling her intoxicating fragrance as she passed. He admired the way she lightly sniffed at the air, he had realized early on that it was her way of ascertaining potential threats. Smart , but he wished with all his heart that she didn't feel the need to do it. Society was so warped.
"Wow. This room is so bright! I love the natural light," she sang as she walked over to the bay window on the far wall. "Oh! And you have your own bathroom!"
She was acting like he already lived there-- he wished he did. He was eternally grateful that chance had brought him to this University, to this volleyball team, otherwise he would have never met this flock, or Yachi. At least not under the same conditions. It was a lucky coincidence...a twist of fate.
"Yeah, it's pretty wicked," he agreed, placing the bundle of fresh clothing on the white dresser near the door.
Yachi peeked her head through the bathroom doorway, sniffed, then turned back to face the main room. The sun illuminated her soft face, reflecting off her honey coloured eyes. The yellow walls around them suited her sweet personality, enduring and vibrant. For a brief moment, his mind flickered back to her pajamas, wondering what they would look like off, before he shoved the thought away as another pulse shot through his cock.
"Is it okay if I sit here?" Yachi asked, motioning to the grey sofa across from the bed.
"For sure," he asserted, moving to sit on the edge of the mattress to face her. When he had the horrible realization that his bed sheet wrap was too tight for him to sit, he leaned awkwardly against the edge, praying that she wouldn't notice his uncomfortable stance.
The pair sat in silence for a few minutes and Yuji diddled his thumbs, wracking his mind for something to say.
"So...um...well yesterday..." Yachi spoke at last and he let out large breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "I wanted to thank you for everything you did. You saved me."
No, he had hurt her. He had jumped her, he had been unable to control his instincts...
"And I know you're going to get mad at yourself about tackling me, but please forget about it. It wasn't a big deal, really. You didn't attack me, not on purpose, anyways. And there was no harm done," she asserted in half command, as if reading his internal thoughts.
She was right. That was the first thing on his mind and he wasn't about to forgive himself for it, no matter how kind her words were. However, he did force it from his mind, for now-- she had made it quite clear that the issue was to be dropped and he didn't really want to think about it, not right now.
"No need to thank me, Yachi. Seriously, any decent person would have done it," he said gently in almost a whisper, inhaling her happy fragrance as it pushed into the air around them. He melted into the roses, relaxing back against the mattress behind him.
"Well, I still do thank you..." She whispered, glancing at him with shy, doe-like eyes.
"You're welcome, then," Yuji replied, most of his focus on in taking as much of her scent as humanly possible, before it disappeared.
But...it wasn't disappearing. Not this time...
"There's something else..." The small girl added, fear flickering across her soft eyes.
The sudden change made Yuji nervous, his chest constricting into a tight knot of worry. He didn't like to see her upset, and he liked it even less that he was the one causing it.
"I..." She began, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. "I like you. Not just your scent or your vibrant personality and...you're attractive...and considerate..." She stated plainly, her voice was quivering as she verbally confessed her confused feelings. "I want to...I was wondering if..."
Yuji rose to his feet and shuffled awkwardly on wrapped legs to the couch across from him. I like you , that was all he had heard, it was all her had needed to hear. He scooped up her small frame and cradled it into his body, drowning into her joyous scent-- grateful that she didn't shove him away.
"I don't want to push you. I'm not Chaki..." He said softly as he rocked her, spitting out the last word with contempt. "But, I really, really like you, Yachi. I swear, since the first time I smelled you, at the volleyball game against Date Tech, you've been in my mind, constantly. Fuck, I hated how frightened I made you when we first met. And when...when that fucking Alpha intruded...I figured out why. Why you were so hesitant all the time, with everything . He's a fucking monster . I want you to know I'm not like that. I would never be like that ," he finished, holding her tighter against his chest as his instincts pushed out a protective scent with fervor.
He didn't want anyone to touch her. Hurt her. Never. Never again.
"I know you aren't..." Yachi whispered, and he nearly lost himself when she began to purr against his chest. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world. "I know I might be a bit over-anxious...and sometimes I might have panic attacks...and maybe you'll get frustrated and not want to be with--"
Stop," Yuji growled, cutting off her negative train of thought. "I would never leave you over something so stupid."
Never leave her? They hardly knew each other! Did it matter...? 'I knew from the first time I smelled him.' That's what Daichi had said about Suga. In that moment, Yuji had come to realize that he felt the exact same thing, with Yachi. Her scent was too perfect. He couldn't get her out of his mind-- he wasn't sure he would ever be able to. He didn't want to.
"I...uh...I mean, if you want to be together that is..." He added in as a fail safe, silently praying for the universe to make her answer a yes.
He didn't want to release her. She scent was his lifeline, if she cut him off now, he was certain that he would die.
"I do...want to be together...I mean. Here, put me down," Yachi said gently and he reluctantly set her down on the hardwood. "Sit," she continued, patting the grey sofa with a small hand.
As he awkwardly leaned in to take a seat, he watched as she hiked up her large pajama pants, then straddled his lap. She cupped his face, looking into his chocolate eyes and he held her gaze, both unable and unwilling to look away. Then, she gave him a timid smile before kissing him with soft lips, her hands gingerly sweeping across his damaged jaw to grasp at the back of his neck. His entire body melted into her touch and he returned the gesture with vigor, wrapping his arms around her tiny waist, but the more he explored her mouth, the less control he retained.
"Yachi..." He snarled, pulling away with hasty frustration. "Even though I'd love to keep going, we need to stop. Like now."
Yachi sat back on his thighs and bit her swollen lip, nodding in understanding.
"How about you get dressed and meet me downstairs? There's some leftover pancake batter...I'll make you some? They should be soft enough for you to eat," she asserted, flashing him with a caring smile as she gracefully pushed off of his lap and adjusted her silk pajamas on her hips.
Yuji rose to his feet up and leaned down to give her another kiss. He wanted more, wanted all of her, but he needed to take things slow-- he needed to prove to her that he was different.
"That sounds awesome , but first, I'm scenting you," he growled, scooping her up in his arms once more to rub her golden hair against his neck.
He had been dying to do it since the first moment he smelled her rosy fragrance, and while he was going to take his time sleeping with her, scenting her was not up for debate. Not with her unprotected life on the line in such a twisted world.
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