Untitled Part 5
Chapter Five: New Experiences
Hajime~
Hajime gently pulled the small Omega outside the arched exit of the club, keeping her small form close to his own for her protection. Zigzagging down the block, the pair weaved through the crowds of intoxicated young adults until at last he was confident that they were alone.
He sat the girl on a wooden bench on the outskirts of a community park and adjusted the white blouse against her narrow shoulders. "Are you okay?" He asked, surprising himself with the genuine care behind his gruff words. When the timid girl remained silent, he knelt down on the damp grass and leaned in close to her slumped form. "Are you okay?" He questioned again, more sternly this time, willing a response of of the silent mouse.
"Why?"
"Why, what?"
"Why didn't you fuck me?"
Hajime was taken aback by the vulgar question-- he didn't think she was even capable of swearing, not with her innocent looks.
"What do you mean...?"
"Am I not good enough? Did I displease you?" The Omega asked mechanically, looking at him with dark, tired eyes. "Did I do something wrong?"
Hajime felt a red anger pool into the depths of his stomach at the dissociated words-- how had her self worth dropped this low? Were Omegas always this...defeated? He wracked his mind, searching through his memories for any of his past interactions with Omegas, but found nothing. A genuine self-hatred grew out from his absent thoughts, twisting into a knot deep inside his gut-- the thoughts were absent because he had no memories of Omega conversations. Nothing at all before the flock.
"Don't talk about yourself like that, it's not right," he stated plainly, eyeing her down with an unyielding stare. It wasn't right...it wasn't right.
"Was I not good enough?"
"I said, stop talking about yourself like that. You're worth more than that."
"But-"
"Why were you there in the first place? What the fuck were you even doing? If you wanted to go out, go to an Omega club. I know there's not a lot of them, but they exist. Don't be stupid and go to an Alpha filled one," he interrupted, changing tactics. He needed her to talk about something, anything other than the two of them sleeping together. The thought of having relations with her was making him suddenly uncomfortable in his own skin.
"I was...well...we needed some money. I don't enjoy going to Alpha clubs. It's not exactly my favorite pastime..."
"What."
The small girl flinched at his harsh tone and he inwardly cursed himself. He wasn't reprimanding her for speaking so plainly about Alpha clubs, he was upset that she was there to sell herself. In fact, there hadn't been a single word out of her mouth since they had arrived in that park that didn't irk him-- and then there was the added pressure of figuring out what to do with her in general. If Oikawa or Suga were around, they would have already solved the problem, and they would certainly know what to say to make her feel better about herself...to raise her self-esteem. Daichi or Asahi would be better had handling the situation than him as well, or even Tobio-- as far as he knew, the stern Alpha had a distaste for the club life.
"My nest...we needed some money for food this month," the slender girl whispered, answering the question that he wished he had never asked.
"Where's your nest?"
"In the Residence District. Not too far from here, I guess."
"Doesn't the University provide a monthly stipend? Why are you outside,selling yourself? I don't understand."
"Yes, they do..." The small Omega began, her gaze shifting down to her small hands, folded in her lap. "But, sometimes, it's not enough to feed all of us. Our nest has gotten pretty large the past few months and the University is slow to update our household funds...and businesses aren't exactly lining up to hire us, y'know..."
At that admission, Hajime decided that he was done with the entire conversation. If he took another hit of anger, he would need to find a wall, or a face, to throw his fist into. "I'm taking you home. Let's go," he barked, rising back up to his full height. "Let's go."
"You can't!" The mouse piped up, louder than he had expected she was able. "I've barely made anything...I can't go back. I'll be fine, don't worry about me..."
Oh, he seriously doubted that. A cold and bitter feeling began to swell in his chest at the thought of abandoning her there-- no way he was going to let the intoxicated girl go back into the club, not one that was chalk full of aggressive Alphas.
"How much did you make?" He asked, really not wanting to know the answer. "Tonight, how much did you make?"
"Fifty-two dollars, or something like that...I'm not sure, I'm kind of...having trouble thinking straight right now..."
"How much do you need?"
The small girl looked up at him and flashed a look of hesitation, unsure of his motives. "We budgeted this month...we think we can get by on around a hundred...but I don't know..." She conceded after a few moments of contemplation, finally allowing him some small measure of trust that he didn't deserve.
He sighed and rolled his tense shoulders, reaching for his wallet embedded in the front pocket of his black jeans. He had withdrawn plenty more than that for his evening of drinking, but luckily, the selfless, attention seeking Bokuto had insisted on paying for everything. He roughly emptied the wallet's contents and shoved it into the Omega's trembling hands.
"I can't take this..." She whispered, looking down at the crumpled bills with doe-like eyes. "This is yours..."
"No, it's yours and if you don't take it, I swear to god that I'll bite you," Hajime joked with a snap of his teeth, attempting to lighten the dark mood of their conversation. He had no desire to continue the depressing line of conversation-- he wanted to get her home, then crawl into his bed and somehow make sense of his own complicated life. When the mouse slightly smiled at his statement, he internally cheered his victory. "Come on, I'm walking you home. I don't want you to get robbed now that you're rich."
In reality, being robbed was the least of his concerns, and they both knew it. The Omega was seeping an overbearing sexual fragrance, which he was very actively ignoring, and she was intoxicated-- a factor that made her even more vulnerable...if that was even possible. There was not much in the way of Omega protection at such a late hour, especially on an Alpha filled campus. With all of his new knowledge of Omega affairs, he knew that he had a responsibility to step in and ensure her safety, even if he was not quite sure of his personal desire for doing so.
As pair walked side by side past the dark parks and shadowed houses of the residence district, he noticed the Omega houses were smaller, and definitely poorly made in comparison to their Alpha counterparts-- a mental note he would not soon forget.
"This is it," the young girl quietly announced as she stopped in front of a blue bungalow with an expansive, well kept lawn. It beautifully planted with rose bushes and yellow snapdragons, starkly contrasting the degraded white shutters and broken porch railing, harshly illuminated by the moonlight. As the Omega began to walk towards the house, he found himself following-- his abnormally protective instincts commanding him to ensure her safety to the very end of their journey.
"Maya!" A shrill voice called out through the dark air, stalling him in his tracks, half way up the front walkway. He looked up to the source of the sound and noticed a slender figure, standing resolute on the rickety porch. A sickly scent of fear radiated out from them, souring the humid night air-- notifying him that the figure was, indeed, an Omega.
The mouse-like girl at his side made a wobbly run for the porch and embraced the unknown Omega...a woman-- if his eyes were not mistaken. The single light from inside the house illuminated the two girls enough for him to confirm that his unwitting companion, Maya's nestmate was a tall, slender, woman with a long cascade of blonde hair.
"Who are you?" The shadowy figure call out to him with a high pitched, stern voice, doing well to hide her fear from her words.
Hajime did his best to exude a calm and neutral scent, anything to show the woman that he meant no harm. "I just wanted to get, uh, Maya home safely. I don't want to come in. I promise, I'll, uh, stay out here, on the lawn."
"Maya, go inside," he heard the slender Omega whisper, shuffling the small girl into the broken house.
After shutting the front door with great trouble, the wood was heavily splintered and prevented it from shutting cleanly in its frame, the blonde woman took a few steps forward, allowing the Hajime to fully take in her features. He pushed down his urge to inhale her scent, remembering Suga's lecture on taboo actions. Instead, he took in her figure with his eyes-- she was indeed beautiful, tall and busty, but not overly so. If she had been born into a wealthy family, she would have been an Omega model. If she had been born into a poor family, she would have probably landed in porn. Ah, society, Hajime thought to himself with indignation, it really was as warped as his new Omega housemates claimed it to be.
"Seriously, I mean no harm," he stated calmly, lifting his hands out in front of him as she approached him with cautious steps.
"You walked her home," the Omega clapped back, eyeing him with an intense suspicion. "Why?"
"I, uh, I just wanted to make sure she was safe. Seriously, that's all."
"What?"
Yeah, he was stumped about it too.
"I don't know, stop hassling me about it okay? I seriously don't know why I did it. But I've done my good deed of the day, alright?" After a momentary pause, he couldn't suppress his angry curiosity from bursting forward. "Why did you send her out there anyways? She's so fucking small, and young. What were you thinking? It's fucking dangerous for her to be out this late...especially at an Alpha club."
The slender Omega flinched at his forward remark, but soon found her own anger at his hot presumptions. "Aren't you a curious one, Alpha boy. We take turns doing this shit. And it's not like I want this for my nest! You think I like watching my baby birds go out to these Alpha clubs?! I stay up at night thinking about the awful things that are happening to them, praying that they come back alive, or at the very least, without broken bones."
"But-"
"I normally do it myself, okay? But the flock insisted that we start taking turns after what happened last time...they said I was burning out. And it's just until the University processes our submission for more funds...though they're taking their sweet time with it, I'll tell you that," she continued her vicious monologue, granting Hajime with more information that he didn't want to have.
He fucked Omegas. That was all. He didn't need this shit. He didn't need to start caring about their status. He already had enough on his plate with his own family. He raked his dark gaze over her figure once more, noticing old, yellow bruises along her throat and arms-- and a few bite marks, some newer than others. At the sight of them, his instincts kicked into overdrive, against his willing consent--reacting to his subconscious feelings of doubt and sympathy.
Who did that to her? WHO did that to her?! What monster...had people touched...Oikawa...Suga...his pack...had...Oikawa...been...hurt like this?!
"You're...different..." The Omega stated, hesitation in her narrowed eyes, but she visibly relaxed into his abundant protective scent. "You're a dominant Alpha, too. Normally your type is the most troublesome for us...how strange."
She was absolutely right. Hajime felt another oceanic wave of guilt rush over him at her honest words. He had been exactly the Alpha she was describing-- fucking drugged up Omegas on his nights out, sometimes throwing them a couple of bucks for their compliance. The more his past actions permeated his mind, the more disgusted with himself he became. Bokuto and Tanaka had frequently joined in his endeavors, tonight being no exception, and even Daichi was known to dabble every once in a while. Was it all wrong...? He already knew the answer. It was there waiting, down in the deepest recesses of his gut, eager to answer him. His new Omega housemates had been both a blessing and a curse. The information and experiences they had granted him...there was no way he could fuck his way back to his old ways. Not with everything he had seen, not after his rose tinted glasses had been torn from his face.
"I'm...trying to be different," he said quietly, startling himself with the intense determination behind his words. "Hey...can I ask you something?"
"I suppose," the slender woman replied, maintaining her distance, but softening the hard lines of her face at his honest curiosity.
"How much are you normally short, in food money, or textbook money...whatever you wanna call it."
"Maya told you."
"I kind of pried it out of her," he said apologetically, anxiously shuffling on his feet under her intense gaze. "I gave her money."
In an instant, the slender Omega's scent snapped out, whirling around with blown out hostility.
"I didn't fu- I didn't sleep with her!" Hajime quickly interjected, knowing that the source of her upset was her suspicion over his motives. "Well, if I'm being honest, I almost did, but I stopped. I swear to god. I stopped. Nothing happened between us. At all."
"But, you wanted to fuck her. You wanted to get your share."
Hajime sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Yes, I did. But I'm..." He paused, contemplating how to vocalize the thoughts that had been terrorizing him since meeting Oikawa. "I'm dealing with some...things. A flock moved into our residence a few weeks ago and I've...started to notice how poorly...Omegas are treated."
"Typical Alpha," the woman said, rolling her eyes in the dim light. "I guess I shouldn't give you too much of a hard time, though. You are putting up some Omegas, against University guidelines. That's noble, if you're telling me the truth, that is."
Hajime let out another exasperated sigh. He certainly didn't feel noble. He had gone out to the club that night with terrible intentions. Something about the slender woman made him want to confess his thoughts...and his sins.
"Oh, Alpha. You must be telling the truth, you look so pained and tormented by your thoughts. Let me guess," the dark haired Omega drawled, crossing her arms over her ample bust. "You like one of these Omegas that moved in with you, don't you."
"How did you-"
"I can smell it on you. Hesitation...and confusion. The type you only see on someone who is undergoing a period of rapid change. Someone whose morals have been tested."
Were Omega' s fucking mind readers? Jesus christ, he thought with wide eyes, she was spot on. He had never heard of anything about Omega mind reading through scents. It was absurd, and he certainly didn't like the prospect of it.
"We don't read minds," the slender woman put forth, contradicting her words by once again reading his thoughts. "We just...can guess what a certain scent means, if we have enough background information. You told me that you have new Omega roommates, that you went out clubbing, that you tried, but failed, to fuck Maya. Then you brought her home unharmed and gave her money. With all that information, it's pretty easy to deduce what your scent means."
"Oh..." Hajime sheepishly replied, glancing up at the star speckled sky to avoid eye contact. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense."
The Omega let out a musical laugh at his expense, then shuffled her stance on the hard pavement. "Look, something about this Omega's scent obviously has you in a tizzy, that's very obvious."
"I...I know that. I just don't know what to do about it," Hajime replied with a huff of frustration, returning the woman's knowing gaze. "I'm not...a good person. If anything is clear after today, that's it."
"You're not?"
"No."
"Well, a bad person wouldn't have protected Maya in the club, walked her home, and expected nothing in return. Am I wrong?"
She wasn't wrong, but one simple act of kindness would not make up for a lifetime of indiscretions...
"It's a start, though, isn't it?" The Omega chirped, reading his scent again. "And, by the way, I know you took in Suga and his flock. They Omega residence distinct isn't exactly large. News travels pretty fast around here."
"Oh, yeah, we did," Hajime started, slightly wriggling his nose at her ability to toy with his mind. "They're good people..."
"Yes, they are good people."
"Hey, you have a phone?"
"I do...we live in the twenty first century, Alpha boy."
"What's your number?"
"Why?"
"Because, I'm going to make sure your flock doesn't have to do this shit anymore," Hajime growled, clenching his fists in irritation. "You know, go to clubs. At least, until the University gets their shit together and starts transferring you guys the right amount of money."
He came from a wealthy background and he was more than willing, no, he wanted to donate to this nest. The Omega stepped forward, gently pulling out her phone, her movements subconscious-- shell shocked by his abrupt statement. A fragrance of sweet apples radiated off of her moonlit skin and, for the first time since meeting Oikawa, he allowed himself to wish that she smelled of the ocean instead.
After they had exchanged numbers, he stepped back and pocketed his phone. "I gave her, Maya, around a hundred bucks. Is that going to be enough this month? I can wire you more."
The slender Omega giggled, heavily scenting the air with a tart smelling joy. "You are a true miracle, Alpha boy. That is more than enough. We owe you a debt."
Hajime blushed-blushed? Stop that!
"Uh-okay good," he stuttered, taking note of the run-down house once more. "And I'm going to come over tomorrow, if you'll have me. Your porch needs to be fixed...among other things," he finished, scrunching up his nose at the poor state of the house. "Is that okay?"
The Omega let out another musical laugh and nodded her head. "My, my, you are full of surprises...I don't even know your name...?"
"Uh, it's Hajime."
"I'm Eiko."
"Right..." He replied, suddenly feeling very worn out-- the evening had not gone as he had planned. Not at all. "Well, have a good night then. I suppose I'll see you tomorrow. I'll fire you a text."
"Thank you. And until then, Hajime," Eiko softly announced, bowing low to show her respect.
"Don't mention it," he responded, doing his best not to stutter in surprise at her abrupt action.
As he walked towards the sidewalk, he realized that everything he had promised to Eiko, was done out of an honest place in his heart. However, he still didn't want his teammates, or Oikawa, to find out about his plans. Not yet. It would just add fuel to his already complex fire-- he was struggling to keep it in check as it was.
When he began his walk towards the Alpha section of the district, something caught his eye-- the ruins of a burnt house. He mosied towards it, not caring that it was the opposite direction of his home. Standing in front of the wreckage, he was pelted with pang after pang of vengeful fury. Protect. Protect. Protect. Protect. His instincts clamored forward, rattling against his skull as his aggressive scent spread throughout the area, penetrating the clear, night air. He wasn't sure how long he stood there for, the only thing that he knew for certain was that he was never going to allow his Omegas to be hurt again. Not while he was still breathing.
Daichi~
Fifteen days. It had been fifteen days since his Alpha house became overrun with Omegas, and Daichi had come to welcome the change. He yawned deeply, then smiled when Suga curled up next to him underneath the sheets. He glanced at the white walls of his room, feeling more content than he ever had in his life. Perhaps, Suga could paint some things to jazz up the place? He wanted the silver haired boy to be more comfortable sleeping in his room or, more accurately, hoped the silver haired boy would feel comfortable enough to continue sleeping there.
His second night with the Omega had been better than the first-- Oikawa had given him a lengthy tutorial on how to handle Suga's night terrors, so he felt better equipped. Although, he did succumb to a brief fit of Alpha rage when the chestnut boy explained that night terrors were a daily common occurrence among Omegas. The pieces had been fairly easy for him to connect. The world did nothing but punch down at Omegas, forcing trauma upon them, so the nervous ticks and mental illnesses the class experienced were no surprise to him anymore. He hated the grand realization with every fiber of his being.
A few hours earlier, Suga had woken with an abrupt start, crying and rocking. To untrained eyes, he seemed to be awake in his panic, but Daichi knew better now. He emulated Oikawa's technique, albeit with his own Alpha twist. He gathered the Omega in his arms and rocked, asserting that the Omega was safe in his arms while heavily scenting him with a blanket of protection. After an hour or so, Suga relaxed back into a deep slumber and Daichi was at long last able to relax back into his sweet fragrance.
"Mmmm," Suga murmured, stirring against his broad chest.
Butterflies skittered across his stomach as the Omega's scent began to pool around him-- slowly waking from its unconscious hibernation. "Morning," he whispered, smiling up at the ceiling. As the silver boy shifted against his torso, ass rubbing up against his crotch. He willed his knot to stay away.
Suga hummed himself awake, then rose up in a hurry, startling him with the abrupt movement. "Oh god, please tell me that I didn't keep you awake all night again..."
"Only for an hour. And I don't mind, Suga, really," he replied and the silver boy groaned into his delicate hands, upset with his unconscious actions. "Don't," he continued, pulling the Omega into his lap to happily scent him along his neck. "I honestly don't care."
"But I-"
"Don't," he interjected, squeezing Suga tighter. "You were sexually assaulted...almost raped..." His final word pouring out in a vicious snarl. He couldn't help it from escaping his throat, the thought of the event made his blood boil and provoked his instincts from their passive state.
"I know..." Suga affirmed, purring as he rubbed his silver locks against Daichi's scent glands. "But, I'm still mad, I wasn't strong enough to-"
"I. Will. Not. Allow. Anyone. To. Touch. You. Again."
The words spilled out of Daichi's rumbling throat alongside a blanketing protective scent, his eyes flickering between their natural state and feral darkness. Suga shifted in his lap and purred louder, the content sound doing well to shove back his instincts. Slowly, his anger subsided, only to be replaced by another feeling which required even greater attention-- his sudden desire to fuck the silver boy. He fought back with all his might, not wanting to push Suga any more than he already had. It would be irresponsible, cruel, even.
"I need to go check on Yachi," Suga whispered into his ear, sending icy chills down his spine. "She probably needs something to eat."
"Five minutes," he mumbled back into the Omega's silver hair, inhaling the delicious fragrance embedded in the locks. Apple pie...chocolate chip cookies...home.
Suga playfully struggled against him, flicking his in the temple with a slender finger. "You're turning us into Asahi and Nishinoya!"
"I get it now," Daichi mumbled with a small nod, squeezing the struggling boy tighter. "Asahi is a wise man. Wise beyond his years."
"You're so dramatic~~" the Omega chirped back as, huffing out in frustration.
"One condition."
"Oh? What is it?"
"I need to check over your injuries."
"You licked them all day yesterday! I barely left the room," Suga responded with an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, I did. And I'm going to lick them today too. And tomorrow. And the next day."
It wasn't something he wanted, it was something he needed. He needed to ensure that the wounds were healing and he needed to lick them to ensure that it happened faster.
"Fineeee, but I'm not going to stay as your captive again today. It's Sunday. I have things to do, you know."
"Okay," Daichi conceded, beginning his search over the Omega's pale body-- searching for damage. "I won't hassle you...that much."
"I will believe that when I see it~~"
***
Daichi walked down the oak stairs and into the small entryway, dark eyes grazing over the confines of the main floor. Pretty quiet for a Sunday, he thought to himself with a smirk, happy to see his housemates mingling so naturally. Yamaguchi and Oikawa were studying in the dining room, the latter hitting the former with a book for every wrong answer. Kenma and Kuroo were still barricaded in their room, doing their usual Sunday routine of nesting and fucking. Suga had gone to nest with Yachi, and Hinata was bounding around a very tired looking Keiji in the backyard.
"All the Alphas, aside from me and Hajime, are watching the basketball game on campus!" He heard Asahi call to him, reading his internal thoughts, from his position on the turquoise coach. A very impatient Nishinoya was being scented in the giant's lap, loudly complaining at the affair.
Daichi could tell by scent that the pair had yet to sleep together. However, he pondered with a light sniff of the air, Asahi definitely was craving it.
When a large hand settled on his shoulder, his humorous thoughts were stalled, and he whipped around to find Hajime-- his disposition unusually tired...and emotional...?
"Hey, Daichi. Can I talk to you for a sec?" Hajime asked quietly, refusing to make eye contact. "It's important."
"Yeah...sure," Daichi replied with furrowed brows, he had never seen his snarky teammate so...off before-- Hajime was known for his emotional control, including over his instincts.
"Out front."
He followed the dark Alpha out onto the front porch and sat down on the wooden stairs beside him. He was happy for the morning sun, it warmed his body-- unusually frigid without Suga.
"What's up?" He asked, growing increasingly perplexed by Hajime's unusual scent. Confusion...upset...rage, all readily available for him to smell, it was freakishly unusual.
"Something happened last night. I need, well, I could use a hand with some stuff."
Daichi was gobsmacked, but he didn't let it show on his face-- he wanted to know everything going on inside Hajime's complex mind. It was a rare occurrence for him to ask for help and Daichi had no desire to scare him off before finding out the source of his upset.
"Sure, anything," Daichi asserted with a strong nod. "Hit me with it."
He listened intently to Hajime's story, his shock growing with each passing remark, from beginning to end. He couldn't help but give off a scent of pride at the recount-- the paternal fragrance making Hajime outwardly uncomfortable.
"We could fix up the house faster, and better, if we bring Asahi into this," he said plainly after the absurd tale had been concluded.
"I don't want too many people knowing," Hajime drawled out with a frustrated sigh, rubbing the back of his neck to alleviate stress. "I have no idea what I'm doing."
"Hey man, it's Asahi, the biggest Omega fan in this house," Daichi replied with a chuckle, pleasantly surprised at Hajime's willingness to trust his judgement.
"You also fit into that category," his friend quipped back, but he didn't mind the subtle stab. He loved...he loved Suga, and by extension, he loved the entire flock.
He waited patiently in the silence as Hajime contemplated the situation, knowing that it would be unwise of him to push the snarky Alpha into a decision. If he was going to change his ways, he would have to do so on his own terms.
"Fine," Hajime said with a heavy sigh after a few minutes. "We can bring in Asahi, but the Omegas can't know. I'm not...ready for that, yet. Okay?"
"Asahi is going to tell Nishinoya," Daichi put forth, smiling at their growing relationship. "But I'm pretty sure the kid can keep his lips sealed."
"Yeah, I guess that's fine..."
He wouldn't be able to keep it a secret from Suga, but he left that part out. He was more than certain that there was only one person Hajime desired to keep out of the loop-- Oikawa. He had noticed Hajime's frustrated scent from a few days now, a scent that immensely increased after his intervention in the night terror affair. He was certain that the stern Alpha was innately drawn to Oikawa, much like he was with Suga, even if the latter didn't know it quite yet.
Hajime threw his head back, exasperated with the unknown, complex situation that was rattling off inside his mind. "Fine!" He growled, rolling his eyes up at the awning above them. "Whatever. Let's just get this over with."
Daichi smiled at his friend's irritation. Things were changing...for the better. He had the Omegas to thank for it.
Oikawa~
Oikawa stood in the kitchen, brows furrowed at the pathetic contents of the fridge. After a few moments, he threw his head back in frustration and yelled, to no one in particular, "ahhhhhhgg, food doesn't even last a day in this house~~"
Glancing down at his watch he was happy to find that it was still relatively early-- 3:05 pm, plenty of time to raid the University's General Store. Waltzing out the kitchen, he took note of the people currently at the house. Not a single Alpha, except that horny rooster haired one, but he had been barricaded in his room with his mate since the morning. Most of the Alphas were on campus at the victory party for the basketball team, and Daichi, Asahi, and Hajime had gone on some secret errand. Whatever that meant, he thought with a huff of frustration, he wanted to know what the sneaky boys were up to...
"Hey, Shoyo. Wanna come to the store with me?" He called out the back door at the energetic ball of fire, fumbling around in the grass. "Invitation is for you too, Keiji."
"I have to study for a Latin literature test tomorrow, so I'm a hard no," Keiji lazily responded from his seat on the back porch, not even bothering to break his gaze from the textbook in his small lap.
"Can we jog?!" Shoyo questioned, eyeing Oikawa with his exhausting, prying eyes.
"No."
"Lameeeeeee," the ginger replied, obviously disheartened by Oikawa's rejection. "I guess walking is still exercise..."
"Fabulous, grab your spray."
"Yes sir," Shoyo saluted, running past Oikawa into the yellow house. "It's already by the door!"
Oikawa wandered up the stairs, passing the energetic Omega, chatting anxiously with Yamaguchi, to grab his own spray. As he opened the door to their nest, he happily inhaled its calming scent. He loved it. The room was large, the wall opposite the door entirely made of windows, allowing the room to bask in natural light. The soft, tea green walls exhibited a relaxing energy for its inhabitants and most of the floor was a mess of blankets, comforters, and pillows. He and his nestmates preferred to sleep in a messy pile of snuggles- solo slumbers didn't work so well for them.
"Hey Oikawa!" Suga called from his position beside what Oikawa assumed was Yachi, piled in beneath a slew of comforters.
"Have you guys seen my spray? Even though I love our nest, it's always so hard to find things in here~~"
"You're going out?" Suga interrupted in a worried tone, likely heightened by what had happened to him this past week. Nonetheless, his strong friend refused to allow his scent to show his upset-- unwilling to let Yachi catch wind of his stress.
"Shoyo and I are going to the General Store, there's nothing to eat around here."
"Spray?"
"Look who you're talking to Suga, come on. I'm your second in command~~"
"I know, just making sure. Let's talk outside," Suga replied, whispering something to Yachi before following Oikawa out of the room.
"Don't be so worried," Oikawa remarked as the silver Omega closed the door softly behind them. "We'll be fine."
"Yeah...here's your spray," the Suga purred, handing him a silver bottle. "But, seriously. Please be careful. Weekends are dangerous to leave the house. There are no University security guards like there are on weekdays and-"
"Because they always jump to help Omegas," Oikawa interrupted with a musical laugh. "Come on, Suga, you and I have both seen them turn a blind eye every now and then."
"I know, but the percentage of attacks is significantly lower on school days."
"Well, it's not even late and Alphas are less likely to attack when there's more than one Omega. Probably scared of the spray, I hear it's rather unpleasant~~"
"What time will you be back?" Suga asked, looking at his brown wrist watch.
"Two hours. Let's say, 5:30 pm," he replied, looking at his own in accordance. "And both Shoyo and I have our phones, our patches are on, and I made sure that he has his spray. So don't worry," he quickly rattled off before the silver boy had the chance to initiate another lecture.
"Okay. Oh! Could you get Yachi some chocolate? I'm hoping it will cheer her up."
"You got it, sugar momma~~" Oikawa called over his shoulder as he waltzed cheerfully down the stairs.
***
"Hey, Oikawa. Do you think we could get our hands on a trampoline!?" Shoyo asked with great vigor, jumping up and down on the pavement beside him.
"Do you ever run out of energy? Its exhausting," Oikawa drawled out with irritation, the ginger's energy didn't seem to have an off button. It was so tiresome...but he did welcome it...most of the time.
"That's not an answer!"
"I don't know! Where do you even get a trampoline?"
"The trampoline store," Shoyo whistled as they rounded the corner of the Cultural Building. "Obviously!"
Finally, they were getting close to the store. What a long walk, he thought to himself as they started forward on the last block.
"Oh my goooooooooood," he whined, throwing his head back dramatically. "We're going to have so many bags to carry baaaaack~~"
"Y'know, sometimes, you're really pathetic, Oikawa," Shoyo quipped, sticking out a pink tongue.
Oikawa stiffened at the cheeky remark before ruffling, none too playfully, the Omega's ginger hair.
"You little shit!"
Hajime~
Hajime walked alongside Asahi and Daichi as they made their way back from Eiko's rundown home. While their presence had stressed the most of the nest, the Omegas eventually relaxed, albeit, after a few hours-- Much to the Alphas relief, the sour scent of fear was truly an aggravating fragrance. The three teammates had repainted the shutters and fixed the broken railing of the porch, but there was so much more to be done. Around back there were broken windows, the roof was falling apart, causing rainy day leaks, and the front door was so splintered that it had to be kicked open. The whole ordeal frustrated Hajime and he could tell that his teammates were just as irritated at seeing the harsh reality of the University residence district.
"I can't believe you actually have a heart," Daichi chirped, poking him playfully in the ribs. "Seriously, my my is blown."
"Even I have to admit my surprise," Asahi chimed in with a snicker. "I didn't think you had emotions."
"Shut it," Hajime stated flatly-- it was just as much of a shock to him, too. "Fuck, there's still so much to be done..."
"Yeah..." Daichi murmured and Asahi nodded in agreement. "I never knew it was this bad. I mean, we're on campus! You'd think that there would be equal grounds for both classes...it's ridiculous," he finished with an aggravated huff, his throat rumbling with discontent.
They continued their venting until they rounded the corner to their isolated house, peacefully situated at the end of a cul de sac park. Upon entering comforting yellow building, they were greeted by a lazy Nishinoya, intently watching game show television, and the studious Yamaguchi and Keji in the dining room. A sleepy instinct stirred within Hajime when he sifted through the familiar scents, searching for one that smelled of the ocean. It was not long before it shifted to near panic, confirming that the chestnut Omega was absent from the property. He did not let his upset escape his thoughts, not wanting anyone to pry into feeling that he himself had yet to understand.
Asahi lunched for the couch, not bothering to take off his muddy boots, and tackled into Nishinoya to happily scent him.
"OI, why do you smell like-" the small Omega began, but Asahi pulled the boy into his shirt to muffle his words.
"Shh, I'll tell you later."
Hajime shifted his attention to Daichi, stupidly beaming beside him as he gazed up at Suga, walking down the stairs with Omega-like grace. As the silver boy approached, the lines of his pale face contorted, perplexed and questioning the unknown Omega fragrances on the captain.
"I'll tell you tonight," Daichi affirmed and Suga smiled-- the simple response was enough to sate his curiosity, and the two waltzed into the blue kitchen, chatting quietly amongst themselves.
Hajime made his way over to the television, irritated that Asahi and Nishinoya were taking up the entire couch. He hesitantly plopped down on the perpetually uncomfortable red armchair, searching for a distraction that could drown out his frantic thoughts. Where was Oikawa? He hated not knowing where the chestnut Omega was-- he hated that he hated not knowing where the chestnut Omega was. However, neither frustration was enough to have him vocalizing his disconnect. Instead, he willed himself to calm down, but the seeping feeling of panic remained, growing larger and more fearful with each passing second.
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