Untitled Part 31
Chapter Thirty One: Loose Lips
Yachi~
"Hey, Yachi! Did you let that bugger scent you?!" Yachi heard Bokuto call out from somewhere far off. She glanced up from her to see him running across the front yard towards her, his spiky hair wobbling with each stride.
The multiple bags in his hands alerted her that he and Keiji had received Suga's text for them to hit the General Store. He silver nestmate, ever the planner, had sent texts out earlier that afternoon, handing out various jobs for Oikawa's welcome home shindig. Yachi had been stuck with the task of repainting the railings on the front porch, after Daichi and Asahi had made quick work of fixing the damaged portions a few hours earlier. Hajime, Yuji, and Tobio were out back, repairing the back fence-- after taking extensive pictures of the damage, at professor Ukai's request. She was glad to have an Alpha professor on their side this time around, perhaps then something would actually be done about Chaki and his army of knotheads.
"Helllooooo, Yaaaachiiiii!" Bokuto called again and she jumped back, nearly spilling her paint can when she noticed his sudden closeness-- standing right in front of her, on the grass behind the white railing.
"You're damn right she let Yuji scent her!" Shoyo called over from the opposite end of porch, sticking out his tongue in concentration as he painted. "Earlier this morning!"
"Oh my darling Yachi! Is it true?!" The owl cried, throwing his head back dramatically. "What a farce! What an unexpected turn of events! Such a sweet and innocent gal with that--"
"Bokuto, stop teasing her," Keiji drawled as he walked up to join the boy who Yachi considered to be an aspiring actor. "Yuji's not a bad guy. You're being dramatic."
Wasn't he always dramatic?
"Yuji's not a bad..." Bokuto exclaimed with astonished eyes, turning to face the stern Omega at his side. "Yuji's not a bad guy?! He's such a little shit! Always borrowing my clothes without asking...chirping my spikes...goofing off at practice..."
"Your spikes aren't all that great," Keiji droned, covering his mouth as he yawned. "And the rest of that just sounds like you're talking about yourself."
Yachi giggled at the pair's unconventional dynamic. Bokuto certainly raised Keiji's spirits, even if it didn't seem so to the untrained eye, but she could smell it. Plus, her snarky nestmate definitely helped ground the outlandish owl during his various outbursts.
"K-bear!" Bokuto whined, dropping his bags to grab the amused boy in an embrace. "How could you say such a nasty thing! To me! Your Alpha, your loving partner!"
Keiji attempted to shuffled away, clutching the bags at his side with white knuckles at the seemingly unwanted affection, but Yachi was quick to pick up on his subtle purr as the owl began to scent his dark locks.
"I told you not to call me that," Keiji said sternly, sighing in defeat against Bokuto's shoulder. "It's so dumb. It's the worst name you--"
"I like it!" Yachi interjected with a sweet smile as she finished the last portion of her side of the railing. "It's cute!"
"Me too!" Shoyo called out in agreement, bounding towards her with his paint supplies in hand.
She giggled at the white paint streaks across his freckled face, he really was clumsy.
"Traitors," Keiji sneered at his nestmates, his throat still rumbling in an affectionate purr. "Both of you. Unforgivable."
Shoyo shrugged then kissed Yachi on the forehead. "I'm going to clean up and help Suga and Kuroo with the dinner. I want to make sure Tanaka doesn't get anywhere near the food..."
"Yeah, he's a shit cook," Bokuto mumbled out from Keiji's hair, nodding his head with a sly smirk.
"Would you let go," Keiji huffed out in exasperation, gently pushing out of the owl's tender grasp. "I smell like you, why do you need to scent me more."
"I like it!"
"I don't."
"Liar."
"I don't!"
How long is Keiji going to keep up the tough guy act , Yachi thought to herself, inhaling the boy's content scent. Actually, who was she kidding? He would keep it up for eternit, poor Bokuto had better get used to it.
"Fineeee," Bokuto relinquished, releasing his hold on the Omega. "Buuuuut, you owe me tonight, then. And you're still a liar."
Keiji adjusted his navy shirt over his shoulders, then made his way up the porch steps. "Yeah, yeah, fine. Whatever."
He really was a terrible liar...
Hey, Yachi," he quietly divulged as he ruffled her golden hair. "Good for you...with the whole, Yuji thing."
Yachi smiled at the unexpected remark as she cleaned up her supplies, shaking out her hair. Was it super soft or something? Why did everyone feel the need to touch it?
Good for you...yes, good for her! Butterflies skittered across her stomach as a mental image of Yuji flashed in her mind. She felt incredibly lucky to have met him, and even more so that he returned her feelings. Yuji was eccentric and...overwhelming at times, but those were the qualities that she was drawn to. He was her own, personal cheerleader. A very patient one, at that.
"Yachi, you know I'm just giving you a hard time, right?" Bokuto said gently, sheepishly running a large hand through his black and silver hair.
"Oh! I know!" Yachi squeaked and stood up, doing her best to balance all the painting tools in her arms. "I know how guy friends are. Don't worry!"
The owl nodded and gathered up his plastic bags from the grass, then rounded the railing to hop onto the veranda. "Good, cause he's actually a good guy. Bit of a lady killer...but a good guy. He'll protect his friends to the end, or die trying," he affirmed as he opened the front door, holding it open for her with his foot.
Yachi gave him her best smile and entered the house, ready to continue decorating for Oikawa's anticipated return.
Suga~
"Kenma. Don't you know how to set a table? You're not an animal," Kuroo barked into the dining room at his Omega, lazily setting the table with small hands.
"Kuroo, stop pestering me," the cat-like boy droned back and shook his head as he yawned. "I'll get it done..."
"Kuroo! Pay attention to the stove!" Suga cried, throwing his dish towel at the rooster's back. "You're going to burn our vegetables!"
"Right, right, sugar momma. I got ya covered, don't fret," Kuroo replied with a brisk nod, flipping the contents of the sizzling pan.
Suga rolled his eyes and resumed cutting the potatoes in front of him. Steamed carrots, roasted tomatoes, mashed potatoes, stuffed chicken, and for desert, milk bread-- Oikawa's favourite. He had put the entire household to work with various repairs and decorations, this time the theme being under the sea. Tanaka was in the main room, lining the windows with turquoise lights, Keiji was overseeing Shoyo and Yachi paint a welcome home banner for the front door, and most of the remaining housemates were in the backyard-- fixing up damage, setting up a makeshift bar, and stringing blue lanterns over the back porch. The only exceptions were Tsukishima and Yamaguchi, who he had sent out to the liquor store with the expressed order to buy triple the alcohol-- nobody was leaving the house tonight, not this time. Oh, and Hajime-- the poor Alpha was sulking upstairs in his room and Suga didn't have the heart to force him to help anymore then he already had. Oikawa really needed to have a chat with him...sooner rather than later. His heart couldn't take much more of the upset...
"Suga, come look at these lights," Daichi said, popping his dark head into the kitchen. "We need your okay."
Suga wiped his wet hands on a dish towel and started towards the back door, gasping when he saw what the Alphas had done-- Daichi plugged in the string and the entire porch lit up, illuminating the table bar against the edge of the house in an aqua hue that slithered across the porch like quiet ocean waves. A ping pong table was situated in the center of the veranda and they had transferred the swing from the front of the house, placing it alongside its counterpart in the back.
"It's perfect !" He exclaimed, grabbing the nearest Alpha, Yuji, into a motherly embrace. "Oh my god! He's going to love this. Love this!" He cried out again, making his rounds to hug every housemate in the vicinity.
"Preeeeeeetty good," Tanaka chirped as he stepped out onto the porch. "But, my lights inside are better!"
"Oh, whatever. Round of applause to you for doing such a basic job," Bokuto replied with a coy smirk as Tanaka threw himself at the owl, inciting a playful brawl.
Daichi shuffled over to Suga and wrapped his arms around the his shoulders from behind. "What time are we expecting him again? Seven?" He asked sweetly, gingerly kissing the top of Suga's silver head.
"Mmm," Suga nodded in affirmation, melting into the Alpha's strong grasp. "This time, things are going to go great..."
"SUGA! The veggies have to go into the oven soon if we want to be on time, and I see here, that they're not all chopped?" Kuroo yelled out the kitchen window, wagging a disappointed finger behind the clear glass. "Why are they not all chopped?"
"Ahh!" Suga exclaimed, pushing out of Daichi's affectionate embrace to run for the door. "Could one of you talk guys help the Omegas hang the banner out front? They're almost done with it!" He called over his shoulder, rushing into the house. "Please and thank you!"
"Yup, yup. We got it, Suga!" Someone called in reply as he rounded the corner into the blue kitchen.
He could barely contain his excitement, visibly vibrating as he furiously chopped the colorful vegetables in front of him. This time, the party would go as planned. This time, nothing was going to get in the way.
Daichi~
Waiting for Suga to come back from the hospital was painful, but not as much as his anticipation over Oikawa's return-- would he be elated, downtrodden, upset, tense, relieved? Would the party go on as planned without any external threats? Could he let his guard down and drink? The vicious thoughts swirled around his mind as he stood staring out the front window at the setting sun.
"Hey," he barked out as a familiar car pulled up to the curb, Ukai? "I think coach is here...?"
"Whaaaaat?" Tanaka replied, pushing in next to him to peak out the glass at the scene. "Oh, shit . Do you think he'll be pissed about the alcohol?! Should we hide it?!"
"Likely no," Tsukishima drawled out from the couch, eyes fixed on the novel in his lap. "He knows the shit we've been through. He knows Oikawa is coming home tonight. He's not an idiot."
"Okay, four-eyes. Then why do you think he's here?" Kuroo chimed in, raising an eyebrow at the blonde Alpha from his position, leaning against the archway to the kitchen.
"Probably because of that Omega professor," Tsukishima droned, lazily flipping a page of his book.
" Miyo? You think he's here because of her...?" Yamaguchi questioned softly as he slowly mixed the glass punch bowl.
"Yeah," Kuroo put forth, leaning forward to rest his neck on Kenma's head. "Why the fuck would he be here because of her? She's not even here."
"Haven't you dim wits smelled him at practice lately..." Tsukishima coyly remarked, turning his head to eye down Daichi with yellow eyes. "And she will be here."
"Wait, that's the lady friend?! Her . The one with the scary scent that shrivelled up my balls..." Tanaka exclaimed as he moved to open the front door for their unexpected guest. "Coach! What a pleasant surprise! We aren't having--"
"Tanaka, go get a beer for christ's sakes," Ukai barked in command as he stepped into the entryway. "I know you have booze, I do not care, I do not have the energy to care right now."
Daichi sniffed the air, perplexed by Ukai's obscure scent-- it was an amalgamation of Miyo and another Alpha, one he couldn't place. Another Alpha? Either, he was having some rowdy threesomes, which was pretty unlikely, or he was trying to remate the Omega professor. He shuddered, feeling sick at the prospect. Ballsy... did he have a death wish?
"Someone get me a beer," Ukai growled, shoving his shoes off with hostile irritation. "Preferably amber. Where's Hajime's stash? He'll have the good shit"
"Um," Daichi started as he sifted through a plastic bag on the uncomfortable red chair, suddenly feeling a pang of sympathy at the mention of Hajime. "Here..."
"Thanks," his coach growled, cracking the can to take a hearty swig. "Fucking christ the day I've had," he huffed out under his breath, unleashing a fresh wave of hot hostility that had Daichi scrunching up his nose.
He quickly glanced around the main floor, frustrated to find it completely vacant aside from he and his coach. Bastards, he muttered to himself, grabbing his own beer to stay his shaking nerves at Ukai's upset scent. Cowards, leaving him with an Alpha in this state. They were pansies. All of them.
"So, uh, coach," he began, icing his neck with the frosted can. "What's got you all worked up..."
"Nothing," Ukai replied curtly, polishing of his drink in one hearty swig. "Actually no, you're an adult, fuck it. Miyo , Miyo is my problem."
"Um, why..."
"She's fucking mated, which I'm sure you know," his coach growled, crushing the empty can with one large hand. "And her mate is a piece of shit. A piece of shit who threatened her, right in front of me."
"This is professor Miyo we're talking about, right? The one who scared the shit out of all of--"
"Yes, that one. Here," Ukai barked, grabbing for another can of amber ale. "He fucking threatened her, in public! Who does that? What kind of human..."
"I mean, from what I've heard, and seen..." Daichi attempted, ignoring the fresh wave of chills that shot through his body at the thought of Miyo's terrifying scent. "She seems pretty capable..."
"Yeah, she is capable, but that doesn't change the fact that he threatened her right in front of me," Ukai snorted, setting down his now second empty can on the window sill.
Jesus, Daichi thought as he sipped at his beer, not liking the taste of amber ale, he had never seen his coach in such a distressed state.
"Fuck, sorry, I'm fine," Ukai continued, shaking his head in frustration. "I'm here on guard duty, nothing more than that, so don't get so freaked out about the alcohol. I just want shit to go smoothly, and what student in their right mind attacks a residence with a professor present."
"Well," Daichi affirmed, happy to have the extra security-- it checked off at least one of his many boxes of worries he had for the evening. "Thanks, it will definitely--"
"Hey," his coach interjected, gesturing out the front window with his new beer can. "They're here."
He followed Ukai's tense gaze, eyes landing on Miyo's black Audi, slowly pulling up to the curb. So they were...
"Oi!" He shouted out to his absent housemates, chugging his beer in an attempt to stay his nerves, again. "Oikawa's here, everybody, positions!"
Oikawa~
Oikawa sluggishly walked up to the yellow house, quivering with nervous energy. He often enjoyed being the centre of attention, but not like this, not out of sympathy.
"It's going to be fine," Suga said gently, placing a hand reassuringly on his slender shoulder. "And by the way, we've thrown you a party. Thought you should know, since you hate surprises."
He did hate them, with every willing fiber of his being. Something about the unknown twisted him up inside-- he liked to plan his every action, and surprises had been known to throw wrenches in that simple desire.
"Seriously," Miyo laughed as they hiked up the porch steps. "Relax, they're doing this because they love you, not because they feel bad."
"Stop smelling my scent, professor~" Oikawa said in half-chirp, his pink lips flashing a sly smirk at her ability to vocalize what he was feeling. "Oh, and speaking of scents, you and I are going to have a chat about the change in yours..."
"W-what?!" His professor exclaimed, hastily reaching for the door with painted nails. "Why, Oikawa, I have no idea what you're even referring to. You poor thing, you must still be feeling the effects of the morphine!"
"That cute facade might work on Suga, but not on me, Miyo. C'mon, you have Ukai written all over you, it's only a matter of time before Keiji starts asking questions~"
"It doesn't not work on me," the silver Omega muttered at his side, furrowing his brows in frustration. "I'm not that gullible."
"I was referring to you as a pushover~~" Oikawa chirped, prodding his silver nestmate playfully in the kidneys.
"I'm no!"
"Fine," Miyo conceded as she stepped towards the open doorway before them. "The three of us can have a chat about it, later. You're right...Keiji would just nail me to the cross about it..."
"Yes, yes he would~~"
"WELCOME HOME!" Voices rang out the moment Oikawa set foot inside the yellow house.
He had been expecting it, but he was still taken aback by the loudness, and by the pleasant scent that accompanied it. It smelled like... home . He raked his gaze over the smiling faces of his roommates, and Ukai, warmth pooling deep inside his gut at their familiarly. Most of them had retained battle wounds, some of which, like Tsukishima's bruised face and Tobio's arm, were almost as bad as his own-- that, at the very least, made him feel a bit better. He hadn't been the only one acting reckless...
"Oiiiiiiii," he called out, slipping his red converse in the oaken entryway. "Is there alcohol at this welcome back party?"
"Oikawa, you've been home ten seconds and you're already asking for liquor," Keiji drawled, jerking his dark head towards the various bottles in the living room to his right.
Keiji...standing beside...Bokuto ...suspicious. Oikawa sniffed the warm air, sifting through the various scents to locate the one belonging to his snarky nestmate. Oh wow, he thought with a grin as the fragrance coated his nostrils, quick work, Bokuto, well done.
"Keijiiiii," he droned back, raising a knowing eyebrow at his quick discovery. "I've been gone forty eight hours, and you've already slept with owl boy here~"
"I wish you were still in the hospital," Keiji seethed back, gnashing his teeth in frustration as he took a slight step away from Bokuto's triumphant figure.
"Oooooook," Suga calmly interjected, stepping forward from Oikawa's side. "We're all happy to have you back, and this party won't get rudely interrupted!"
"Yeah," Tanaka exclaimed, stepping forward to pat him on the shoulder. "Welcome back, shittykawa! I missed your snarky attitude!"
Shittykawa...wait, where was Hajime? Oikawa feigned his attention to the conversing figures before him, chocolate eyes quietly searching the main floor for the dark Alpha-- the one person he both wanted, and did not want to run into.
"Hey," Daichi said, pulling him into a hearty embrace. "Hajime is upstairs in his room. He's been a shell of himself for a while now...so maybe, you should go and get that sorted before we get this party started?"
Oh, come on, he thought to himself with a sigh, now papa Daichi was on his ass about this? Miyo had already given him a lecture, the only person left was...
"I agree with Daichi, you guys need to deal with this weirdness. It's not good for anyone."
Suga.
"Can't I have a chance to spend some time with my darling roommates first?" He attempted, reaching for a large can of cider from a brown bag on the blue coach.
"No," Miyo replied, karate chopping his wrist before he could reach his prize. "Go, now. He's a good kid, you're a good kid, sort it out so we all can rest easy."
"Did you all plan this behind my back?" He coyly remarked, casually shrugging his shoulders. "That's not very kind of you guys to do~~"
"Yes, we did," Suga affirmed with a smirk that was nowhere near its usual lighthearted sweetness-- he was in full maternal mode. "So, go. Unless you want Daichi and I to lock you in a room with him."
"Fiiiiiiiiiiiine," Oikawa huffed, turning towards the stairs. They seemed larger than usual, overbearing, leading to a place he had no desire to go.
"We'll carry on the party without you!" Miyo chimed in as his began his ascent, sucking on her margarita straw. "See you soon, my beautiful chestnut baby! And good luck!"
Beautiful chestnut baby, yeah right. They were all in kahoots, all of them. He hadn't even decided what he was going to say to Hajime, he hadn't be given enough time to sort out his spiraling thoughts. Well , he thought as he swallowed a load of sticky bile, there was no time like the present...
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