Untitled Part 36
Chapter Thirty Six: The Drunk Professor
Yamaguchi~
Yamaguchi set the half full bottle of wine down on the weathered boards of the front porch and wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve-- anxiously waiting for his professor to speak up. He wasn't ready to divulge his feelings for Tsukishima, he wasn't even certain what they were himself.
"So, how's your arm feeling?" Miyo put forth, her narrow eyes threatening him to tell the truth. "Feeling better?"
"It's...fine..." He replied with a slow nod, growing suspicious of her intentions. "A bit sore, but I get the cast off in a week, so it's not as bad as some of the breaks I've had."
"Yeah, that collar bone one last year was pretty nasty. This is probably nothing compared to that shit."
It was nothing. Even his broken collar bone had been minor compared to some of his childhood injuries-- orphanariums were not exactly the best place to live out your early years as an Omega.
"You okay?" Miyo continued, filling the silent night with her pleasant voice. "Are you adjusting here? I know I haven't exactly been around to help out...I'm sorry about that."
Yamaguchi inwardly recoiled as her distressed scent suddenly reached his nostrils-- his professor rarely shed negative fragrances. The unusual occurrence left him fumbling around ideas, searching for words he could say to make her feel better. Yes, she was nosy and overbearing at times, but he loved her-- she was closest thing he would ever get to a traditional mother.
"No, no!" He replied, frantically waving his cast about. "It's totally fine! I'm doing fine, I promise. We've sorted things out pretty well on our own. You've stepped in at a good time!"
"Well, I suppose," his professor conceded with a small sigh, her slender body swaying in her drunken state. "Still, I'm sorry. I know it might not seem like it...but...I'm just so...angry...with what happened. The fire, the attacks, the invasions on the house...it's just..."
As she trailed off, her scent devolved another step, coiling around him with a deeper sadness that permeated his soul. His shoulders slumped, thinking about the trials he and his nestmates had been forced to face. It had been a long journey-- life was a long journey for every Omega. Miyo knew that better than anyone.
"Sorry!" The raven abruptly exclaimed, vigorously shaking her dark head to clear away her tragic thoughts. "I'm dragging you down with my scent. It's the wineeeeeeeeee, it makes me emotional~~"
What could he say to make her feel better? To get her mind off of...oh, he thought as an idea flickered across his mind. He could change the subject. Give her something more interesting to talk about...
"So..." He began, scratching at the purple surface of his cast. "What, uh, do you think about Tsukishima?"
"Tsukishima? You mean that kid with the glasses? The one who's always reading?"
"Yeah..."
"I thiiiiiiink," Miyo sang out, reaching for the bottle of wine at his feet-- she really shouldn't. "That you liiiiike him~"
God, she sounded even more like Oikawa than he remembered. He was in for a treat, a painful treat.
"I don't know...maybe I do..."
It was the truth, he really didn't know. He and Tsuki had spent ample time together, but it was nothing more than them enjoying each other's company. He liked that the Alpha was quiet, he wasn't much of a talker himself. However, there was a strange, developing desire within his heart, one that had only grown stronger since the attack on their yellow house. He felt...safe...when the blonde man was near him. Sure, he felt secure around his other Alpha housemates, but with Tsukishima, it was different. More...personal.
"Well, I've been told that he likes you," Miyo put forth as she raked her gaze out into the dark yard. "From a pretty reliable source, too."
"W-what?!" He sputtered out, coughing as he choked on his spit. "You...w-what?"
"Yams, really?" His professor chastised sweetly as she raised a manicured eyebrow at his genuine shock. "You really don't smell it on him? Omegas are supposed to be masters of scent investigation~"
True, but he had always been pretty shit at it. Growing up amongst an amalgamation of so many different fragrances, the revolving door of upset Omegss in his orphanarium, had left him without the ability-- he had learned to tune out the overwhelming smells, not pick up on them.
"Are you going to do something about it?" The raven haired woman continued, filling his silence with another thought provoking question. "You don't have to, you know. You can do what you want. Don't worry about everyone else."
Wow, maybe he shouldn't be so fearful of discussion with her, that was good advice. At the sullen thought, a feeling of deep seated guilt shot through his gut. He should have trusted her, gone to her earlier with his troubles. Was he scared...because she was practically his mother? He didn't want to disappoint her-- he could think of nothing worse than letting her down.
"I...I know..." He whispered after a few moments of comfortable silence. "It's just...everyone is pairing up so fast..."
"Yeah, they really are..." Miyo mused, humming a song under her breath. "It's...odd. But, you know that you don't have to do the same, right? Take your time, don't let the strange happenings influence you to do something that you're not comfortable with!"
"Yeah..."
"Seriously, Yams," she continued as she bumped up next to him against the yellow house, putting a comforting arm around him shoulders. "You like this glasses kid, and he likes you, too. But, so what? That doesn't mean that you have to rush in and change things. Just, enjoy his company. See where it goes, you know?"
Good advice again. Advice that he sorely needed. With his housemates linking up around him left and right, he felt...pressured.
"I..." He began, but faded off, unsure of what to say other than a genuine thank you.
"He walks you to class, right?"
"Yeah, Daichi made him my going out partner..."
"Going... going out partner?" Miyo repeated, snickering against his shoulder. "Wow, so I really have nothing to worry about!"
What? Worry about...what?
"Oh, Yams. My love, you are soooo oblivious. It looks like your housemates are subtly stepping in to push the two of you together. No need for me to get involved!"
They...they were?
"I-I...are they?" He asked as he turned his head to look at the raven with wide eyes, vocalizing his frantic thoughts. "But, I thought...it was because Tsukishima and me were the last two house members to pair up! That's all!"
"Whatever you want to tell yourself," Miyo whispered, kissing him sweetly on the tip of the nose. "Daichi, I can smell you lingering. Come out, we aren't gossiping, don't worry about interrupting~~"
Alright, so maybe he did need to work on his nose-- Daichi was parked three feet away from him and he couldn't smell a thing. Admittedly, he was thrilled when the captain popped his dark head out the open doorway. He and Miyo had barely scraped the surface of his Tsukishima problem, but he was already drained. The distraction was well timed-- maybe he could slip away from his professor's motherly grasp...
"Hey, uh, h-how you doing?" Daichi asked, his tone awkward and uncomfortable. "It's nice out here..."
"Hello, my dear," Miyo replied with a sweet smile, cocking her head to the side. "You want to join us? We're some thrilling conversationalists!"
"Um," the captain mumbled as he stepped out into the turquoise lighting of the porch, even Yamaguchi could tell that his scent was anxious. "I'm kinda just checking in...that's...all."
"What's up with the discomfort, captain?" Miyo prodding, leaning against Yamaguchi's narrow shoulder. "You're all rattled, that's not like you...I don't think..."
She really had no self restraint when it came to probing into people's feelings, Yamaguchi mused, his freckled nose scrunching up in a small snicker at the humorous thought. At least her attention was off of him now...he needed a break.
"I'm, um, not uncomfortable!" Daichi exclaimed, shuffling from foot to foot in embarrassment-- physically giving away his anxiety. "I'm just, in a bit of a hurry, that's all."
"You freaked out about my scent, too, heeeeeeeeeey?" Miyo drawled out with a drunken slur, taking a swig of the large glass bottle.
Yamaguchi softly grunted as he held her small figure up against the yellow siding. She really was letting loose tonight...
Daichi~
"Still freaked out with my scent, heeeeeeeeey?" The raven Omega drawled out, her words slurring together as she took another swig of the nearly empty wine bottle.
Jesus, Daichi thought to himself with astonished eyes, she was really letting loose...her and Ukai really loved their liquor...
He was freaked about her scent, and he hadn't even experienced it first hand. Still, while he was inside the yellow house, her domineering fragrance had snaked into the living room, holding both he and Asahi half-hostage with its overbearing energy. From what he had heard from Kuroo, it was much, much worse in the backyard.
"I mean," he started, frightened to provoke even the slightest bit of wrath from the raven woman-- Ukai had balls of steel to mate with her. "Yeah, it was pretty, um, freaky..."
"Eh," she replied with a quiet snort as Yamaguchi diligently help her up against the yellow siding. "Everyone says that at first. S'nots so bad once ya get used to it~"
"If I'm being honest, I don't really want to get used to it," he remarked, his dark eyes darting about to avoid eye contact. "No offence! I mean, I know-"
"Oh, stoooooooooooooop," Miyo slurred, playfully pinching Yamaguchi's freckled cheeks. "This little guy can do it, too!"
What?!
"What?!" Yamaguchi vocalized Dachi's inner thoughts, his chocolate eyes frantic at the professor's sudden declaration. "You're...drunk, Miyo. I can't freeze-"
"You c-can!" The raven announced with a loud hiccup, planting a sweet kiss on the Omega's forehead. "That kid, what's his name, the one with the stern face, like this," she continued, stiffening the muscles in her slender face, until they resembled...ah...Tobio.
"Tobio?" Daichi put forth, smirking at the woman's drunken state. She was funny, and definitely fearless when it came to tough or taboo topics of conversation. He had her to thank for the valuable information on Suga, after all.
"Tobio!" She echoed, snapping her painted nails in the air. "That'z tha one! The kid with the stiff face. Why's he always so dang serious? D'ya know why, Yams? S'cause I don't!"
"I'm sorry, but what on earth are you talking about?" Yamaguchi exclaimed, pinching the woman's loose cheeks together to purse her cherry lips. "I've never paralyzed Tobio with my scent!"
"He swaid that you diiiiid" Miyo replied, her lips moving against the freckled Omega's fingers. "Go and awsk!"
"You know what? I will," Yamaguchi declared, with more force than Daichi ever thought possible. "Daichi, here, take her, will you? Yeah, here, just let me get my arm...over her...yeah...there we go."
How did he get roped into this?
No, Daichi pondered as he watched the freckled Omega storm into the lively house, he should've expected this. 'Go check on Miyo, would you?' 'Yeah, sure.' What on earth had he been thinking? Of course he was going to get stuck out here with the talkative professor...
"So, Daichiiii. Are you going to ask Suga about the mating thing? Or are you gonna wait. Or are you just going to ignore the whole thing? What's going on in that big, beautiful brain of yours?!"
Okay, guess it was time for round two.
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