Untitled Part 58
Chapter Fifty Eight: Rumor Mill
Kuroo~
Bokuto had woken up three days after the events at waterfront park. Kuroo, being the substitute, Alpha-father of their pack, had remained at the hospital throughout. While he was personally worried about the owl's damaged state, he was more invested because of the promise he had made to Keiji. He couldn't even begin to imagine what his own head space would be like if he had been barred from visiting Kenma-- his life partner. That alone, was enough to keep him at the hospital, day and night until Bokuto awoke. He even had the mind to rent out out a cheap room near the basement of the building. While it was difficult for him to ignore his intense desire to return to his cat-like Omega, he knew that he had more important responsibilities. He had to be selfless.
Fuuuuuuuck...he missed having Daichi around. His captain had shouldered the burden of pack leader far better than he ever could.
Kuroo periodically updated both Hajime, his eyes and ears on the ground of the yellow house, and Keiji via text messages. Most of the updates held little substance-- for the first couple of days, Bokuto's doctors were mostly quiet on the boy's condition. He did learn that the owl had been put on an antitoxin medication, though he wasn't sure which one exactly. He also knew that the doctors were taking great care to close Bokuto's open wounds-- a standard procedure for all hospitalized Alphas. The worst update he had been forced to send off was on the owl's unconscious state-- he had been told that his teammate was being kept in a medically induced coma. Hopefully, that would help to speed up his recovery process.
Ukai had dropped in on more than one occasion, scent coiling around, strained and stressed over the state of his unconscious student. Each time his coach came by, the two of them sat side by side in the waiting room, making small talk about the events at Waterfront-- particularly the bizarre happenings with Daichi.
Kuroo had quickly grown to hate the smell of the hospital. Unlike the Omega one, filled with sickening scents of fear and anxiety, the Alpha medical center was chalk full of aggression. Pure and chaotic Alpha aggression. It seemed to him that Alphas best translated their nervous energy through outward hostility-- something that he found extremely unproductive. He had witnessed more than his fair share of brawls while seated in the white waiting room. One of which, happened to include an Alpha doctor as the instigator of the fight, and had hospitalized two grieving females. Another, involving several visitors and a few nurses, had forced him to get involved as a intermediary-- to prevent the hostilities from spreading any further than they already had.
Christ, he mused after yet another altercation broke out to the left of him, how the fuck did Alphas manage to get anything done? How on earth have we managed to build a functioning society with all of our instinctual fury and aggression? It's a damn miracle that we haven't killed each other off by now.
Close to noon, on the third day, Kuroo and his coach were finally updated on Bokuto's condition. At the news, his body was flooded with relief. He wanted to get the fuck out of the insane place and never come back. His nose hurt from breathing in such domineering scents over a prolonged period of time-- he missed Kenma's calming fragrance.
Unfortunately, the doctor on staff had relayed that the cloud of Alpha spray had caused permanent damage to Bokuto's right eye. Nonetheless, the man was adamant that the owl was lucky to have escaped with such a minor complication. The sheer amount of chemical that had entered Bokuto's bloodstream, via his orifices and open wounds, had all but flooded his hemoglobin with toxins-- he was lucky that the poison hadn't reached his heart. If that had been the case, he would have been transported out of the hospital in a coffin.
Kuroo, while relieved that his teammate was alive, was wary of reiterating the message to Keiji. He wasn't sure how to break the news to the boy. Unbeknownst to him, Bokuto's Omega excelled at emotional control. There was very little, save from the death of his Alpha or nestmates, that could rattle his unwavering conviction. After receiving the chipper text from Kuroo-- that Bokuto was alive and well, but had lost sight in his eye-- Keiji was elated. He didn't care in the slightest about the permanent injury, he was simply thrilled to hear that his Alpha would be returning to him.
Keiji~
"Bokuto...enough..." Keiji panted over his sweaty shoulder. A strong spark zapped up to his naval and he gasped, biting his lip. "Please..."
"I say when its been enough," Bokuto growled, grinding his cock deeper inside of the small Omega.
Keiji groaned, reaching out to grab at the cotton sheets beneath him. There was no denying that he was beyond satisfied with his Alpha's rod deep inside of his ass, but he did not have the stamina that Bokuto exhibited. In fact, they weren't even in the same league.
He gasped again, feeling the owl's tongue graze over his scent glands. Why did he have to initiate sex? What an idiot he was! He should have known better, being coupled up with a horndog like Bokuto.
It wasn't like he had any choice in the matter-- his internal Omega was clamoring for its Alpha. He had been separated from Bokuto for nearly a week, toiling over their separation, holding on to any and all information that Kuroo fed to him about the man's medical state. Thankfully, Miyo was able to pull a few strings and the owl was at long last moved to the mated section of the hospital. Finally, Keiji was granted full access to his soon-to-be mate.
He had been briefed. He knew that Bokuto was healing well. He had lost sight in his left eye, but Keiji was confident that he would have no problem carrying on. Afterall, he always bragged about volleyball senses-- that he only needed his nose to track the ball on the court. It was time to put all that bravado to the test, and there was no doubt in anyone's mind that someone like Bokuto-- a man driven by sheer will-- would be successful.
When Keiji had arrived at the hospital late that evening, he was swirling with various emotions. He had done well to keep them inside of himself around the members of his pack-- now, he was about ready to pop. He wanted to purr into his Alpha's chest and lick his healing wounds. He wanted to couple up with the man and mix their scents together once more-- lest some Omega nurse try to lay a claim on what was rightfully his. For some strange reason, that had been his main concern, after learning that the owl was on a path to recovery, of course. He hated the jealousy he felt, it was not something that he was familiar with. He decided that it was definitely an Omega-rooted emotion, one that he could do without-- but there was no way that was going to happen any time soon.
"I haven't said that you can come yet, Keiji..." Bokuto snarled in his ear before nibbling at the lobe with sharp teeth. "Patience...it's a virtue that you should know well by now..."
" Patience..." Keiji gasped out, his tone exasperated. "You've been...pounding into me...for nearly an hour. Don't...don't talk to me about patience... "
Bokuto's throat rumbled and he reached forward to stroke Keiji's throbbing member. "You want another hour of this, then?"
NO! He would pass out if Bokuto kept him on edge any longer. If he could flip himself over and ride his Alpha, he could make the coy man come in a manner of minutes with a sultry show. Unfortunately, Bokuto had a firm hold on him-- the owl's weight pushing his quivering stomach into the crumbled sheets of the hospital bed.
"Is that what you want...Keiji?" Bokuto whispered, licking up Keiji's spine. "You come...and we do this allllllll over again."
Keiji shivered, feeling waves of pre-orgasm crash over him. "No," he breathed, clenching his fists out in front of him. He needed to end things. He needed to say something that would send Bokuto over the edge of Alpha-sanity. The man had more than proven his self-control today. Enough was enough. "I want you to...." He paused, gasped as another spark shot through his body. "I want you to fill me!"
"Fill you..." Bokuto growled, shoving his massive length further inside of Keiji's wet sex. "But I already am..."
Jesus christ, Keiji thought, rolling his bright eyes, he's going to make me say it. Of course he's going to make me fucking say it. "You know what I mean..." He whispered, blushing into the mattress. "You know..."
The owl's throat rumbled out again, a coy sound that made Keiji want to smack him. "I don't think that I do..."
Say it, Keiji, just say it. Make him knot you. "I want you to fill me up with your seed," he said, groaning over his shoulder as Bokuto ground into him again. "I want you to...knot me. Stretch me...so much that I might tear...and then-"
His sentence was cut short by a possessive snarl. He focused his blurry vision on the muscular man behind him, taking two eyes-- one yellow, the other a milky white. Bokuto's eyes narrowed and his golden iris quickly clouded with wisps of black. The air of the room suddenly snapped as the owl's unrelenting Alpha scent exploded outwards, possessive and lustful in its nature.
The moment the scent penetrated his nostrils, Keiji's mind floated away into Omega oblivion. He whined, rocking his hips back to suck in more of Bokuto's pulsing cock as if his life depended on it. He felt a large hand grab on to the back of his neck, raising goose bumps over his sweaty body. Bokuto's nails dug into the sensitive skin around his scent glands, drawing crimson liquid from shallow wounds. He didn't care in the slightest, his fragrant blood only added to the electric scent of lust within the small room.
Bokuto pushed him down further with a second hand on the center of his back. He arched into the sheets, feeling the Alpha's cock swell into a large knot inside of his ass. He gasped, crying into the sheets as his body was flooded with an intense feeling of euphoria. This was what he had wanted all along. He wanted to smell like his Alpha-- he wanted them both to smell like each other.
"Now." Bokuto snapped in his ear, his breath hot against Keiji's cheek.
It was a simple, verbal command, and Keiji implicantly knew it meant. He sucked in a breath, letting go of the masses of tension that he had held in place for nearly an hour. His toes curled up as a wave of lust crashed over him, spilling his orgasm beneath his stomach.
"Good," Bokuto cooed, his throat a rumble of thunder. "Good, Omega..."
"Yes..." Keiji whispered in reply, still lost in a forest of euphoria.
Finally, his world was back in its natural order. No Omega would dare touch something that smelled so strongly of him. No Alpha would dare approach him with Bokuto's scent so heavily embedded on his pale skin. He Alpha was alive and well. They were together again and he was never going to let the owl out of his sight again.
Pack~
Oikawa had first heard a much needed update on Suga's unusual heat from his professor. She had woken him up with a very early phone call, the majority of which entailed him calming her rampant anger over the 'absolutely useless' Omega Outreach Program. After hanging up the phone, he reiterated the happenings to Hajime while the two of them got ready for the school day. Hajime, after mulling over the strange ordeal during his morning shower, went downstairs to grab a quick bite to eat. There, at the oak dining table, he sat down and ate his shiny apple next to Tanaka, who, by this point in time, had already heard about Suga's long-lasting heat from Shoyo.
Shoyo had been privy to the information because Kenma had overheard the conversation between Oikawa and Hajime a half hour earlier-- he and Kuroo's room was right next door and Oikawa's voice had the kind of tone that carried. When he ran into Shoyo in the hallway, around fifteen minutes later, he mentioned the news in passing. Shoyo being nervous and talkative, had prattled on about it to Tanaka in the kitchen, the latter of which wanted nothing more than to focus his tired mind on organic biology-- he had a rather large test later on in the day.
Unfortunately, Tanaka's before-test morning was once again interrupted by Hajime. While he was able to eat his breakfast in peace, with Hajime being his usual quiet, pensive self, the pair did discuss the absurdity of Suga's heat at great length during their walk to school. After parting ways to head to their respective classes, Tanaka then reiterated what he knew to Bokuto and Yuji during anthropology 301. Thirty minutes later, Bokuto, who should been at home resting, had messaged Keiji for more information on the travelling gossip, which prompted the Omega to make an angry call to Oikawa about how he was left out of the loop-- even his Alpha had heard about things before he had.
Around lunch time, the news spread even further when Hajime, Kuroo, and Asahi met at the University gym. After the fight at waterfront park, all three boys had agreed that they needed to improve their physique if Alpha-on-Alpha altercations were to continue being the norm. Plus, they were about to enter a new season of volleyball, so the extra bit of exercise wouldn't hurt. They made small talk as they worked out at various machines, mostly about Daichi's jarring roar a few days prior. When they moved to the locker room to shower off and change, Hajime mentioned the new developments in passing. Asahi immediately messaged Nishinoya for more information-- and the latter boy quickly fired off a very angry text to Oikawa about how he had been left in the dark.
Kuroo, on the other hand, sat on the subject for the remainder of the school day, contemplating if Daichi should be told the news. When the final bell rang out, he had decided that his captain, more than anyone else in their pack, deserved to know was happening. Afterall, Kuroo knew that the man still cared deeply for the silver Omega.
Daichi~
When Kuroo had brought him news of Suga's ongoing heat, he really wasn't sure what to do with the information. He wasn't Suga's Alpha anymore. The two of them were hardly even acquaintances, they hadn't spoken in two weeks. He stewed in his conundrum for hours before finally coming to the conclusion that it couldn't hurt to get a few more facts on the subject. All things aside, he still cared to know how the Omega was doing, and he certainly didn't like the idea of the poor boy suffering alone in a prolonged state of heat.
However, there was one problem-- he didn't want to get any more information through the grapevine of their pack. When questioned, Kuroo had been unsure of most of the details. It had been more than a little infuriating for Daichi, he needed to know the specifics. With that in mind, he decided that it would be best for him to go directly to the informational source. If he wanted to know what exactly was being done to alleviate Suga's strange circumstances, he needed to speak to the Omega professor.
He contemplated calling the woman on the phone, or even firing her a casual text message, but quickly shot the idea down. In order to bolster his confidence for going to see the professor directly, he came up with a series of rather convoluted assumptions. In reality, he was trying to find a decent lie that might cover up his desire to see Suga in person.
Miyo might not answer his call because his number wasn't saved in her phone. Afterall, he himself often avoided unknown numbers...
She might be suspicious of his concern because, without seeing his face in person, she wouldn't know that it was genuine...
She might not answer her phone because, maybe, she kept the device on silent at all times...
Truly ridiculous notions, but he did well to pretend that they weren't. He was just making a...normal house call to see a house advisor. Completely normal. Nothing wrong with that at all.
He arrived at Miyo's quaint home at exactly six in the evening. He dismounted his green bicycle and took in a heavy breath of air, tanned features glowing in the evening sun. Ukai had allowed his to use the shotty bike as a means to get to and from classes. While it was rusty and old, it was better than walking from his coach's home-- situated outside of the traditional campus.
After taking in another nervous breath, he gingerly leaned the bicycle against the brown siding of the small bungalow, then hiked up the cement stairs. Before he had even finished rapping on the heavy door, it opened up to Miyo's beaming face. She was still beautiful, in a pale, delicate sort of way-- though the porcelain features of her face still retained heavy bruising and her damaged nose was covered over with white packing.
"Daichi!" She exclaimed, voice somewhat nasally, and pulled him into a motherly embrace. "What a pleasant surprise!" She quickly spared a glance over her shoulder, to the well-lit entryway behind her, then moved outside to stand beside him on the small porch and closed the door. "Here, why don't we go around back, hm? We've really worked out asses off to keep Suga's scent under wraps, but I'm sure that it would still irritate your instincts a bit. You are rather young and virile, afterall!" She chirped with a sly wink, and reached for his arm to guide him back down the front steps.
Daichi nodded, slightly stunned by the woman's joyous energy, and stuttered out a late hello. Then, he allowed her to lead him around to the right side of the house. As they walked, with Miyo chattering away at his side, he admired the various plants that jutted out next to the siding-- they were very well taken care of and pleasant for him to smell.
"Here," Miyo said as she opened the back gate ahead of them. "After you, my dear."
Daichi stepped through the opening, with Miyo close behind, and found himself in a rather underwhelming backyard. Compared to the well-manicured front and side portions of the home, there was absolutely nothing unique about it. It was a medium sized area of well-kept grass, fenced in, with a wooden porch off to the side that was just large enough to hold a patio table and a small silver grill.
As if Miyo had heard his internal thoughts, she quickly prattled off again, flicking her small wrist in the air. "Excuse the plainness of it back here, I haven't found the time to do any sort of landscaping. I really want to put in a vegetable garden, but it's too late in the year for me to even bother anymore."
"I keep telling her," Ukai's voice chimed in, luring Daichi's attention towards the porch. His coach stepped onto the wooden panels, beer in hand, and closed the sliding door behind him. "That she's not going to have time to tend to a damn vegetable garden. Especially now, with us taking care of all you kiddies. You guys have been nothing but trouble."
"Oh you bite your tongue!" Miyo remarked with a huff, then hopped up onto the veranda with the kind of grace that only an Omega could possess. "Your father, bless his heart, is a wonderful gardener. It's in your genes!"
"I highly doubt that," Ukai drawled, plopping down on a metal patio chair. "I'm shit at taking care of living things. I had this plant once..."
Daichi tuned out his coach's long-winded story about a poor house plant, mind wandering around the notion that the two professors had already found the time to meet each other's families. The last month had been absolute chaos, for everyone involved with their yellow house, including their advisors.
They really were serious...they really were mates now. Fuuuuuuck...that reminded him of Suga.
Miyo's melodic voice pulled him back to the present and he shook his head to assert himself. "Daichi, come, come and sit down here," she sang, taking a seat next to her lounging mate. "Do you need anything? A drink? A snack? A-"
"I'm fine," Daichi interrupted with a warm, yet nervous smile. "Really, professor, but thank you!"
"Well, you let me know! And..." Miyo said, her tone shifting to a more serious note. "I assume you're here about Suga? I can't think of any other reason you'd bike all the way here!"
Daichi inwardly cringed, taking a hesitant seat across from the raven woman. Shit, why did he decide to come in person again? Did he even have a right to be there? Was it weird for him to be there? It was weird, right?
"Oh, stop it," Miyo continued, smelling his ashamed state. She poked him playfully in the arm and flashed him a white smile. "You're fine. Pull back that worried scent. I'm pleased that you're here, actually. I could use a break from taking care of the damn kid, so it's a happy coincidence that you've come over this evening!"
Daichi was taken back by the comment. "I'm..." He began, then furrowed his brows, trying to figure out if the raven woman was alluding to what he thought she was alluding to. "I'm sorry...but...um...I just came by to see if he was okay. I didn't mean to insinuate any-"
"Daichi," Miyo interjected with another comforting smile that spread warmth to his tired mind. "It's fine. You're fine, being here. I assume that you want a bit of information about what's going on? I'm sure that rumors had spread through your little pack after my conversation with Oikawa this morning. The kid really can't keep his mouth shut. Unfortunately...though...there's not much more that I can tell you, aside from what I assume you already know. Suga's been in heat for four days now. And..." She faltered, her scent growing extremely restless and vengeful.
"This, Omega Outreach Line," Ukai said, picking up where his agitated mate left off. "They're kind of...absolute shit. Apparently, they won't send aid until the heat period has more than doubled. And I pay into them with my damn taxes. Momo can only do so much...damn doctors are expensive."
Miyo ground her teeth together, visibly angered by what Ukai had reiterated. "As if four days isn't enough proof for them..." She trailed off, glancing towards the back door of her home with misty eyes. "The poor boy...I can't even imagine...he's...it sucks. It just...really sucks."
"Mmm," Ukai murmured in agreement, absentmindedly sipping on his beer can. "Four fucking days..."
For a moment, there was pensive silence and Daichi wracked his brain for something to fill it with. He hadn't come to Miyo's home to see Suga ...right? He had only been interested in getting a bit of information on the silver boy's health ...right?
Shit, he weighed as he shook a nervous knee on the porch, maybe he had misstepped in coming here. Reflecting upon his decision, he realized that he should have called Hajime to find out more, or even Oikawa. That would have been more socially correct for him to do. Yet here he was, at the very location he knew that Suga was staying at. What Alpha in the same circumstances, and in their right mind, would choose to torture themselves by visiting an Omega.
Visiting an Omega that had openly rejected them .
Oh, and don't forget, one that's in goddamn heat.
Even from the porch, he could pick up on subtle hints of Suga's sweet scent. While the fragrance did well to rile up his sleepy instincts a bit, it roused his mournful sadness a lot more.
"Daichi..." Miyo said softly, looking at him with unblinking, emerald eyes. "Why don't you go inside and talk to him?"
Wh...what? Had she gone mad? There was so much wrong with that lighthearted suggestion! For one, Suga was in heat, and he was a damn Alpha. Secondly, what would Suga even be able to say to him? The silver boy had been in the throes of it for four days now! On the off chance, the very off chance, that his mind had not lost itself in a lustful fervor right away, it certainly would have by now.
"I don't think that-" Daichi began in protest, but was, once again, cut short.
"If you're worried that he won't be able to say anything useful in his current state, you'd be wrong," Ukai lazily offered before taking another hearty sip of his beer. "He's actually pretty damn lucid, given the circumstances. It's kind of impressive. Miyo was an absolute mess when we were going at in her-"
"Okay, okay, okay," Miyo remarked, slapping her mate on the arm, her face flushing crimson. "I think Daichi gets it. No need to go into the details of-"
"I like the details," Ukai grumbled and Daichi wanted to vomit. "Remember when-"
"Ukai!"
Daichi didn't like imagining his coach... doing...gross. He lived with the fucking guy, when he wasn't holed up at Miyo's house. However, everything that was said before entering the unwanted territory of his professor's heat, Daichi had heard, loud and clear. He just had no fucking clue what he was supposed to do with that information.
So what, Suga was able to have a somewhat lucid conversation? How was that supposed to help him? Regardless, anything shared between them, words or otherwise, would be heavily influenced by the Omega's heat. It wouldn't be genuine.
"Suga's always had a good reign on his mind, he's very measured, even in heat," Miyo continued, patting Ukai on the thigh with a delicate hand. "You two should talk. It's long overdue, don't you think? Especially after what happened earlier this week...at the park."
Yeah, he had done his best to forget about all of that. In fact, there wasn't much for him to forget in the first place-- the entire memory of it felt like a foggy dream.
"I really don't know if-" He tried to explain, but was quickly cut off again-- he was growing rather used to it.
"Well I do think," Miyo chided, suddenly rising to steady feet. "And I'm older than you, therefore, I am wiser than you! So you should listen to what I have to say!"
When Ukai sluggishly rose to his feet as well, setting his now-empty can down on the glass patio table, Daichi's mind devolved into confusion.
Hold on. Wait a second. Hold on. What...what the fuck was happening....are they...are we going somewhere?
As raven professor continued to blabber on about various reasons why she was right and he was wrong, he hesitantly rose up from his own chair. Then, Miyo and his coach hopped down from the porch, landing softly on the grass before him. His brown eyes grew wider and he followed them to the edge of the veranda, chest constricting with a surge of panic.
Where...no no no....where were they going...
"Where are you-" He tried to ask, breathing out shaky breaths of air.
"Daichi hush!" Miyo interrupted, wagging a painted nail. Then, she and Ukai rounded to corner of the porch-- swiftly moving towards the wooden gate at the side of the bungalow. "There's plenty to eat, you can use our video on demand if you'd like, and there's another spare bedroom in the basement. If you need it, if course!"
Daichi couldn't seem to close his agape mouth-- too flummoxed with what the two professors were attempting to do to him. He nodded, stunned in place as his eyes darted between them.
Were they...were they going to leave him there? Wait a second-
"So that settles it!" Miyo chirped, flinging open the gate with a beaming smile-- her emerald eyes simultaneously mischievous and victorious. "We shall return tomorrow morning, then. If you change your mind, give coach Ukai here a call. Or me. Or whoever!" She declared before striding off to the side of the house, out of Daichi's line of sight.
Daichi's wide eyes flickered to his coach, beseeching the man for help, but he received only a hesitant smile in return:
Sorry, kid. When it comes to the Omegas, she's the boss.
No, no, no, no, he internally panicked as Ukai turned to close the gate behind them, leaving him alone in the backyard-- stunned on the porch with a gobsmacked look on his tanned face.
He wanted to run after them, to tell them to come back because he was going to be the one to leave, but couldn't find the will to do so. Perhaps a part of him, small and buried deep down inside his gut, wanted the opportunity to speak with Suga-- to speak with the boy while he was in a heated state. Unlike Alphas, Omegas seemed to have a hearty grip on their animalistic nature. So much so that they could choose to completely box them away whenever they saw fit. Alphas should be so lucky. Daichi was very familiar with the instinctual voice inside his head, but he wasn't sure that Suga could say the same. Omega instincts seemed to only take full control during their bouts of heat, and he wasn't sure if Suga had even had one since his initial burst of it as a teeneger. If that was the case, the boy was definitely out of touch with his animalistic nature.
Daichi knew in his heart that the Suga's Omega instincts were drawn to his Alpha spirit. In fact, he was absolutely certain of it. He could feel it in the marrow of his bones. Perhaps, if he spoke to the silver boy while he was in the throes of heat, Daichi could see a more honest side of him-- he wouldn't be able to shove away his Omega desire so readily this time.
Unfortunately, that notion created a rather difficult conflict inside of Daichi's mind. On one hand, he wanted to reject Suga himself. He wanted to show the boy just how much he had been hurt by their break-- show him that instinctual rejection was the most abhorrent thing a person could do to another. On the other hand, he still wished for the two of them to be together. He wanted them to be mates, but he knew that Suga, no matter how lucid, was in no position to make such a life-altering decision.
Motherfucker.
His professors had really forced him into an unwanted and excruciatingly painful position. Admittedly, he had kind of let them do it.
Fuck.
He ground his teeth together and sat down on the porch, swinging his long legs over the green grass. Around him, the autumn breeze tusselled his brown hair and swirled Suga's scent into his open nostrils. He sighed deeply, expelling all of the air from his lungs before inhaling again and closing his eyes. There were three things he needed to do before he grew the balls to go inside the house. First, he needed to make sure he had a heavy grip on his feral nature-- no accidental mating. That would be the absolute worst thing he could do to the silver Omega. Second, he needed to ensure that the sadistic side of him, the side that wanted to see Suga suffer the same pain of rejection that he had, was completely extinguished from his mind. Third, he needed to stamp out the small flicker of hope that had grown inside his chest after being left to his own devices-- he and Suga were not going to be together, no matter the circumstances.
Suga had already shattered his world. He had no desire to get his hopes up, only to go through the same thing again a second time.
Ukai~
As Ukai drove his yellow car through the neighborhood streets, towards his own house, he breathed in bucket loads of Miyo's tussling scent. Regardless of how his mate felt, he was still immensely concerned about what they had just done-- a fact that was not lost on her.
"What?" Miyo asked, a few minutes into his internal stewing. "What are you thinking?"
"It's just..." He began, pondering how to best breach the subject. "Do you think we made that right decision? Leaving Daichi there...with Suga in heat. It seems...irresponsible."
Miyo hummed, looking out the passenger window at the quiet houses beyond. "I think you mean to say...do you think that you made the right decision," she replied in almost a whisper before snapping her gaze forward-- her features calm and resolute. "It was my decision...so it's also my burden. But, I'm grateful that you went along with it. I know I didn't give you much notice."
Ukai reached a blind hand to feel for his mate's thigh, giving it a tough squeeze of assurance. "Of course. This is your nest we're talking about here. You've been making decisions for them long before I came around."
"Yes...but it's also your pack," Miyo pointed out, humming under her breath. "So, seriously, thank you for supporting me. I know it's not easy to sit back and go along with it."
"Are you worried?" Ukai questioned, changing the subject as he raised an eyebrow in his mate's direction.
Miyo sighed deeply and Ukai scrunched his nose as her forlorn scent swirled about the cabin. "Of course I am. But...okay...here's my thought process," she began, rolling down her window a crack to bring in a bit of fresh air.
Ukai was pretty sure that he already knew her thought process-- that's why he had gone along with their leave in the first place. If he was correct in his thinking, then his mate was taking on a heavy burden...and a heavy risk. He was simultaneously filled with admiration for her emotional strength, and worry over the potential outcomes.
"Four things could happen, right?" His mate continued, flickering her emerald eyes around in their sockets as she thought about it. "They could talk and come to some sort of an agreement where they decide to get back together," she paused, holding up her hand to count on her fingers. "They could talk and decide that they can never be together, but part on amicable terms. They could talk...and decide that they absolutely detest each other...which I really hope doesn't happen..."
"Mmm," Ukai murmured his agreement, gently squeezing the woman's thigh again as a show of support.
"Or, maybe, Daichi chickens out and they don't talk at all," she paused, grabbing her phone from the cupholder to check for new messages. "Or...I guess in the worst case scenario, or maybe best case scenario? They end up mating."
That...that was exactly what he was concerned about. How would Suga react when he found out that his professor was almost completely at fault for he and Daichi's coupling?
"I can smell your worry," Miyo softly remarked and Ukai internally cringed-- he didn't want her to think that he wasn't in support of her decisions. They were still new in their relationship, he didn't know where her buttons were, nor her his.
"It's just..." He began, trying to choose his thoughts carefully.
Miyo hummed, poking him in the cheek with a playful finger. "You're really worried about what you say around me, hey?"
Ukai cringed again, this time outwardly.
"Don't be," his mate chirped and, when he remained silent, her eyes widened and she laughed. "Seriously! You're my partner! If you can't be honest with me then, christ, who can?"
Ukai sighed, but couldn't help but chuckling-- her laughter was contagious. "Okay, okay. It's just, what if they do mate and Suga is...I don't know...crushed? What happens when he finds out that you're pretty much responsible for it? I mean, mating is for life." When Miyo flashed him a skeptical look and he quickly corrected himself. "Okay, but most of the time, it's for life."
Miyo's smile faded, but her scent remained strong and unyielding. "He'll hate me. He'll probably never want to speak to me again..." She trailed off and Ukai's heart nearly broke at the disheartening tone of her voice. "But...but I know that I've made the right decision. I know it. If I sent Daichi away...if I stayed out of it and let Suga slide into oblivion...then I would regret it for the rest of my life. Daichi is...he's wonderful . I've heard it from every one of our students, Suga included. And I've seen it with my own eyes. I mean, just look at what happened at the park...how he protected Suga...even though he wasn't his to look after? I mean, given everything we know, how the fuck did he even know to show up in the first place?"
"Mmm," Ukai hummed, contemplating the bizarre actions of his team captain. "That was something else. I can't argue there."
Miyo nodded her agreement. "He's a caring and patient Alpha...no...a caring and patient person. Just like you are. You're both so...good. Was I supposed to just ignore the fact that fate had just dropped the kid in our lap tonight? I know that I've made the right decision. I don't know how I know it, but I do. It's almost...instinctual. I can feel it in my bones. And if Suga hates me for what I've done...then I'll just have to learn how to live with it. It will hurt, fuck it will hurt, but at least I won't hate myself for leaving him to his own... stupidity ."
"I think the word you meant to use is independence."
"Okay, fine. But there's such a thing as been too self-reliant. Almost to the point of self destruction."
This time, it was Ukai's turn to flash Miyo a skeptical look.
"Yes, yeeeeeeeeeees," she conceded with a wave of her delicate hand. " I'm one to talk."
Ukai chuckled. "You know, I'm really not liking all of the companions you're drawing between our relationship, and the relationship between two of our young students."
"I guess that's proof that it takes a long time for people to learn how to grow up."
"Mmm. Do we ever learn?"
While it was painful to think about his mate being rejected by a member of her own nest-- by someone she considered as her own child-- Ukai understood that her decision was made from a place a motherly care. It was imposing and dictating, sure, but also maternal and kind. She alone had taken on the responsibility of Suga and Daichi's emotional happiness. Regardless of how things went, if they two boys broke apart forever or chose to mate, she had already prepared herself to suffer the consequences.
Christ, he hoped to all hell that everything was going to work out for the best.
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