Untitled Part 8
Chapter Eight: Ice Cold Omega
Keiji~
Mondays were the worst. Back to back literature classes from 11:00am until 7:30pm, with no time for so much as a lunch break. Keiji lightly scratched at the scent supressor patch on his shoulder-- at least the weather was somewhat mild. He never did enjoy the blistering heat of late summer.
As usual, he went about his classes without any trouble. The Alphas on campus were known to whistle or holler at their Omega counterparts, but they rarely dared anything more aggressive during school hours-- there was too much security lurking about during the daytime. However, the University security was known to occasionally turn a blind eye on violent acts, but Alpha students seemed to maintain a general mentality that it was not worth the risk. Moreover, Keiji was confident enough in his ability to suppress his scent that he didn't mind walking alongside them on campus, rather than skirting about in the shadows as most other Omegas did. It was a talent that he had developed after the...incident...the only good thing that had come out of it. Well, he thought to himself as he half-listened to his philosophy lecture, that wasn't entirely true.
Now that he could completely reign in his scent, he was comfortable enough to sign up for evening classes. Stupid knotheads, as he liked to call his fellow Alpha students, didn't utilize their eyes and instead relied on their sense of smell to identify people.
As he packed up his school work from the oak desk in front of him, he glanced down at his blue wrist watch and noted the time. Nearly 8:30pm, his last class had run late and he had lost a lot of time going over his notes. After adjusting his headphones over his ears, he briskly walked down the now empty halls of the Humanities Building, his home away from home. Rounding the last flight of stairs to the main floor, he was hit with a sudden, strong scent of Omega fear that nearly made him keel over with nausea. He shook his head and yanked his phone out of the front pocket of his dark jeans, adjusting the volume of his music-- a futile attempt to distract himself from the sickly sweet fragrance.
Whatever it was, it wasn't his problem. It really wasn't his problem, he repeated in mantra as he pushed on towards the front entrance of the building. However, as he neared the doors, he quickly found his legs frozen in place with one hand fixed on the brass handles of the exit. Images of Oikawa and Suga flickered across his mind's eye, taunting him to take action. His nestmates wouldn't care that the scared Omega was unknown to them, they were always unnecessarily reckless. Fuck, he thought to himself with indignation, getting involved was going to be such a pain.
He stood stalled in place for a few more moments, then let out a heavy sigh of frustration at the unwanted situation. Pulling off his headphones, he hung them around his neck and briskly turned on his heels to retrace his steps-- following the unhappy fragrance towards the back exit of the building. Upon nearing the source of the upset, he took note of two growling Alphas beyond the heavy copper doors and the potent smell of a very anxious Omega. A female, if he was not mistaken. He sighed again, wishing that all Omegas could reign in their scents as well as he could, but unfortunately, it was not an ability that could be taught. He had tried, and failed, many times with Shoyo.
He gingerly dropped his brown rucksack to the marble floor beside the doors and reached inside its main pocket, pulling out a silver bottle of Alpha spray. He had always been rather lousy at fighting, he didn't have the experience that Oikawa retained, and he was certainly not as good at projecting a calm scent, like Suga. However, he did have one weapon in his arsenal-- scent suppression. At the very least, he could find a way to use it against a couple of nasty Alphas and protect a fellow Omega in need. It's what they would do, he mused before quietly slipping through the copper doors.
Upon entering the back laneway between the tell, brick buildings, he quickly scanned the scene before him. A pair of Alphas stood a few meters away, cornering a very small, black haired girl against a stone wall. One of them, the larger of the pair with the more domineering scent, roughly held the Omega's arm above her head while the other egged him on with a series of lustful growls. He was pleased when that the two knotheads failed to smell his presence. Good. If he could get close enough, perhaps he could incapacitate them long enough with his spray for both he and the girl to make a clean getaway.
He did his best to creep up on the scene from behind, paying extra care to ensure that his steps were as silent as possible on the dark pavement. As he closed in on the smaller Alpha, his plan was interrupted-- the small girl noticed him in her line of sight and let out a squeal of renewed fear at his presence. He clenched his jaw and inwardly cursed himself-- he hadn't accounted for the her thinking that he was another Alpha. He was lacking an Omega scent.
"Just a second, buddy. You can have her after we are..." The smaller alpha started, changing his tune when he glanced over his broad shoulder and noticed Keiji's small form. "You...wait...you're...are you an Omega? Man, that Alpha spray really gave you away! Bad luck," he growled with a nasty chuckle that made Keiji's skin perk up with eerie goosebumps.
"Bad luck, indeed," he replied through clenched teeth, tightening his grip on his silver bottle. "I still got the spray, though."
"Aw. And here I was hoping that you came out here because you wanted a quick lay," the Alpha cooed, flashing a cheeky wink his way. "Oi, Sora. This one is mine. You can have the girl."
"Yeah, sure. He's all yours," the other Alpha, Sora, drawled lazily over his shoulder, then pushed his stocky body against the quivering girl, pinned against his chest.
"Mmm, no thank you," Keiji seethed, unsure of where his sudden surge of confidence came from. "I prefer that my Alphas have a more dominant scent than the pathetic ones that you guys are seeping out."
"What did you say, you little brat," the smaller Alpha hissed, taking a step towards him as his domineering scent coiled into the evening air.
What did he say? Why on earth was he taunting them? Did he have a death wish? He could very well have fled the scene and left the Omega to defend herself-- he didn't even know her! However, for some reason that was beyond him, he felt a growing need to protect her-- to create an opening for her to escape unnoticed.
"Jesus, are you guys deaf too? I said that you both have the most pathetic scents I've ever smelled in my life. I thought you guys were Omegas!" He continued his patronizing, internally praying that his snarky words would be enough to pull the other Alpha's attention away from the girl.
"You. Little. Slut. I will show you who the Omega is here," Sora snarled, dropping the girl from his grasp to line himself alongside his Alpha friend, in opposition to Keiji.
Perfect, Keiji thought to himself, shooting a knowing look at the Omega, take the damn opening, stupid! The small girl briefly hesitated, then bolted from the scene without another look. Happy to see her gone, he stood his ground and held his spray higher up in front of him. He had been so focused on creating an opening for her that he didn't think about his own escape plan.
Sora sniffed the air and gave him a wry smirk. "You don't even smell like an Omega..." He snarled, stretching his long arms up towards the orange sky. "But, now I can see it. Your build gives it away. You're so small. So fraaaaagile. I'm going to fuck you twice for helping that cute little Omega escape."
Keiji took a moment to assess the situation, but kept his navy eyes locked on the Alphas before him. The door to the Humanities Building was four meters behind, and ahead were the back laneways of the campus buildings-- not a good escape plan. Running back into the building was a better idea. Even if it was empty, he knew its layout like the back of his hand. He spent more of his waking hours there than he did in the yellow house.
When the two men began to creep forward, crouching over in an Alpha stalking formation, he made his move. He heavily sprayed the air between him and his opponents, then threw the can with as much force as he could muster at the larger Alpha. Next, he sharply turned on his heels and shoved his way back through the coppers doors, hastily grabbed his knapsack, and bolted down the dark hallway. As he ran, he wrestled the brown bag over his narrow shoulders and bee-lined into the stairwell, jogging up the stairs two at a time. He could hear the heavy footsteps and panting of the Alphas on his tail, but he tuned them out. He needed to think.
The roof had no exit...the fourth floor had ample rooms to hide...but did he really want to wait them out? It would be safer to flee to a more public place...the seventh floor...it had easy access to a fire escape...yes.
Bursting through the stairwell doors of the seventh floor, he slowed his pace as he passed the building's sole elevator and furiously pushed the button as a backup plan. When he rounded the northwest corner of the dark halls, the echoing calls of the two Alphas on his tail reached his ears. He increased his pace, pushing his body to its limits, and led his followers in a rapid pursuit, doing his best to lose them in the connected hallways of the building that he knew so well. When at last he passed by the fire escape, a feeling of dread knotted inside his gut-- its access window was shut and opening it would shave too much time off of his precious lead. His heart didn't have time to sink any further at the realization. Instead, his logical mind rang true, commanding him to resort back to his backup plan.
He continued his sprint down the tiled corridor until he arrived back at the elevator. His timing had been perfect, it was the stroke of luck he needed. He rushed inside its red-carpeted confines, pushed the glowing M, and then mashed his fingers against the close button. Only when he saw the doors shut out the panting, snarling faces of his Alpha pursuers, did he let out a sigh of relief at his narrow escape.
As the pleasant elevator music rang out, a stark contrast to reality, he took a minute to compose himself. While he was pleased with himself for outsmarting the two knotheads with his convoluted plan, his emotions quickly shifted to irritation when he noticed his own heavy musk of fear. Staying his shaking hands, he wiped the sweat from his brow and adjusted his backpack over his tired shoulders. When at long last the elevator let out an audible ding and the doors opened to the main floor, he tentatively stepped out, first peaking around the metal corner at the long hallway towards the building's entrance.
No Alphas in sight...they would not be far behind...the buggers were fast.
He poured his remaining energy into one last sprint towards the exit, but was bowled over by a heavy body that knocked the wind out of him. Lady luck decided to only bless him once.
"Man, what a CHASE!" Sora snarled into his face after securing his position atop of Keiji's smaller form, bony knees digging into his shoulders. The large Alpha quickly pinned his wrists above him, hard against the cold, tiled floor, and his face contorted with discomfort as a hard cock ground against his soft stomach. "You almost had us for a second there, but we're both on the track team. Too bad Omegas can't join. You're fast."
"That is unfortunate," he drawled, forcing himself to maintain eye contact-- he was not going to give them the satisfaction of his fear. Judging by their interactions with the female Omega, these two Alphas seemed to get off on it. Deviants.
"I wonder if we can fit two knots inside him! He certainly deserves it," he heard the other Alpha chime in from a few feet away and his heart sank at the disgusting chirp.
Deserves it? For what? For running away? For standing up against their shitty actions? He rolled his eyes and gently leaned his head back against the marble tile, losing his internal fire to stare down his attacker.
The world was such an unfair and ridiculous place.
"I couldn't agree more. He looks like he's got a tight ass. It'll probably hurt a bit," Sora growled low with a smirk and leaned in close to his face, this time baring white teeth that blasted him with putrid breath. "Look at me!" His attacker continued in sharp command, roughly grabbing his face to slap it.
Disorienting stars flickered across Keiji's tired mind at the harsh impact. Why was he being hit? He wasn't fighting back. He didn't have the will to even bother to try. His body was limp with resignation to his fate-- fucking a lifeless corpse was his own, personal form of self defense. At the very least, it would give them less satisfaction in their assault.
As Sora clawed at his shirt, he heard an unfamiliar growl ring out into the silent air. He did not recognize the source of the sound, but he did recognize the scent.
Or at least...something familiar lingering within the unknown scent.
"I would get off of him if I were you."
His attacker paused and shifted his weight atop Keiji's shoulders to glance over at the source of the new voice.
"If you want to join in-"
"Get off him. Now," the unknown Alpha snarled again, much more viciously than before. Then, he released a dominant scent that made Keiji shiver done to his bones.
Why did it smell so familiar? He couldn't quite put his finger one it...
"Hey man we just ran our asses off to-"
"Last. Warning."
At the hostile command, Sora sluggishly rose to his feet-- as if he had all but forgotten that Keiji was exhausted and lying beneath him in defeat. Keiji briefly contemplated making a move to run, but his muscles were screaming at him to stay in place and his mind wanted more time to ascertain the situation. Who was this unknown Alpha? Was he hostile? Was he trying to dominate the others so that he could fuck him? As he analyzed from his vulnerable position on the tile, the Alphas continued their spat.
Bokuto~
Bokuto was comfortably seated outside of the Humanities Building, attention fully absorbed with the video on his phone, when he smelled something...off. He tore his gaze from the flickering images and sniffed the air. An Omega? No. It was too mild, unlike any Omega he had ever smelled before. But the fear...it was definitely there...and that type of fear didn't come from Alphas.
He shook his head and willed himself to ignore the confusing scent, fingering the screen of his phone to rewind what he had missed. It wasn't until he heard a audible crash and a fresh wave of Alpha aggression that he decided to enter the building and check it out. He was always down for a good brawl.
Shoving his phone in his back pocket, he sent out a silent prayer that it wouldn't break during the potential fight. Then, he hiked up the stone steps and entered the brick building, vibrating in anticipation for a brawl. After his yellow eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, he noticed three figures half way down the long hall-- one standing and two twisted together on the ground. The entangled pair on the tile didn't seem to be fighting. In fact, one of the Alphas, and he was absolutely certain that it was Alpha, had the other, smaller boy, pinned beneath him. Bokuto sniffed the air once more, but found himself unable to ascertain just what exactly the smaller figure was. His scent was...too confusing. Fearful like an Omega would be, but lacking the underlying fragrance of one. However, he did smell something that flared up his instincts and pulled them forward to claw at the forefront of his mind. The smaller figure had Daichi's scent, and not just Daichi's, either, but Tobio's and Tanaka's as well. It was mild, but it was most definitely there.
Bokuto was sure of it.
He jogged towards the scene, growing even more angry as the scent of his teammates grew more prominent with each step. "I would get off of him if I were you," he barked, his snarls echoing down the bare hallway.
"If you want to join in..." The Alpha, resting atop the smaller boy growled back, rearing his head to the side to face him.
"Get off him," he barked out with another growl, this time baring white teeth.
The Alphas...they were weak...pitiful scents.
"Hey man we just ran our asses off to-"
"Last. Warning," he snarled, unconsciously unleashing a powerful scent of white hostility-- he had lost his patience. He wanted the Alpha off the other boy. Now.
He took a step forward and abruptly knocked the standing Alpha in the face, causing a whimper of resignation to escape the man's lips. The larger Alpha began a slow rise from the small boy and paused half way, unsure of whether or not to engage in combat with a larger, more dominant Alpha. For a brief moment, Bokuto hoped that he would. Two on one...they had the advantage...it would be a fun fight. However, his thoughts on the matter quickly changed when his gaze flickered over to the frozen boy on the floor. His instincts reeled up again, bashing around inside his head with commands. Protect. The. Boy.
"Leave. Now," he growled, startled by the furious, threatening tone of his own words. Ensure safety, his feral nature coiled out their desires, ensure the boy is unharmed.
"Fine, man," the larger Alpha conceded, eyeing him down with angry, narrow eyes. "At least, fuck him hard for us. He gave us a run for our money."
Bokuto let out one final possessive snarl as the two Alphas exited the building before turning his sights back to the confusing boy that remained behind. He hadn't moved from his position on the tile...was he injured? Wait, he mused with wide eyes, what exactly was this kid? His scent was...well...there was no scent. Only a fleeting fragrance of fear and the smell of his Alpha teammates lingered on the boy's milky skin.
After a few silent moments, he took a hesitant step forward, curiosity getting the best of him.
"Are you okay?"
"..."
At the silence, he cautiously closed the distance between them and noticed that the closer he got, the smaller the boy looked. He wasn't very tall and his build was far too fragile for an Alpha. Bokuto craned his neck forward and lightly sniffed the air. It was very subtle, but he could pick up on an Omega fragrance of...metal and ice.
"Listen, I'm not going to fuck you, so would you get up already?" He said sternly, growing tired of looking at the small Omega's lifeless form on the tile. For reasons he had yet to understand, it made him feel incredibly guilty.
"Are you sure," came a monotone response that sent pangs of stabbing sympathy through his beating heart. He had never felt anything towards Omegas, other than the instinct to fuck, but the sad scene before him-- seeing the eager Alphas trying to take advantage of such a fragile person-- it made his instincts flare up with a vengeful rage.
"Yes! I'm sure, Jeeesus!" He whined, shoving down his unwanted fury and an odd urge to release a protective growl. He ran a large hard through his black and silver hair in an attempt to alleviate stress. "Christ, will you just get up already? I'm not going to do anything! Look, I'll stay over here, okay?"
"Okay," the Omega lazily replied and slowly rose to his feet, adjusting his navy shirt over his small frame.
"Yo. Do you live with Daichi and Tobio?" Bokuto questioned, watching intently as the boy reached for his backpack and shoved its scattered contents back inside.
He really was gorgeous-- ivory skin, jet black hair, and dark, narrow eyes. Bokuto had to admit, the sight of him was pleasing to look at, but it was his smell, a mild icy fragrance, that really stirred up something deep inside of Bokuto's gut.
"Yes," the Omega gave another monotone response and Bokuto nearly flinched back at its undertone of hostility.
"Ah, so that's why I could smell them on you."
"Probably."
"Sooooooo, who were those guys?" He couldn't help himself from asking, he wanted the Omega to tell him that he had known the eager Alphas. That they were all just messing around. That the entire ordeal was nothing to worry about-- but in his gut, he knew that it was far from the case.
"Some knotheads who corned another girl out back. I don't know them."
Okay, he thought to himself with a frustrated sigh, so it wasn't a friendly affair. Of course it wasn't. Don't be stupid, Bokuto.
"Annnnnnnnnnd, why were they were chasing you?" He pushed with a throaty growl, unhappy with the boy's response-- it had shattered his unrealistic hopes.
"Because I stupidly decided to stand up to them," the boy droned in response, swinging his backpack over his delicate shoulder and at long last, meeting Bokuto's gaze.
His eyes were dark, but in better lighting, Bokuto was certain that they were gunmetal blue and they held a deep seated sense of resolve that stalled his breath in his throat.
"Good for you I guess..." He hurried to reply, doing his best to prevent his angry scent from seeping out at the sight of a nasty bruise on the boy's pale cheek.
He didn't know that Omegas were jumped on campus...actually...had he ever really thought about it? Most of the time he, like most Alphas, did their best to ignore them. Wasn't security supposed to prevent this shit from happening? He had to admit that he didn't exactly have a lot of experience with his fellow Omega students, but he did know how security was supposed to work.
"Thanks for your help," the Omega said quietly with feigned gratitude, averting his gaze in disinterest.
"Hey man I just saved-" Bokuto started to complain, but was immediately cut short with another hostile remark.
"It was under control."
"I don't think-"
"It was under control," the boy reiterated over his shoulder as he walked out of the Humanities Building, shutting the copper door behind him with an audible thud.
Bokuto subconsciously followed, sniffing the air as he walked towards the entrance. Ice and metal-- he wanted to smell more of it.
Much more of it.
"HEY!" He called down the steps, happy to see that the loudness of his voice had stalled the Omega in his tracks in the evening sun.
"What?" The Omega replied without turning around and Bokuto couldn't help but admire how his small shoulders raised up in a sigh of frustration.
"I should probably walk you home, eh?"
"That's not necessary," came another salty reply with a subtle scent of irritation.
Although Bokuto didn't enjoy the bitter part of the Omega's grumpy fragrance, he loved that it was also accompanied with his natural scent.
So, the kid did have emotion after all, he thought cheerfully as he jogged down the long stone steps of the Humanities Building.
"Well, just to be sure, you never know!"
"Fine," the Omega resigned and renewed his walk towards the edge of campus.
Bokuto hurried forward, jogging to catch up-- the scentless Omega had caught his interest.
Keiji~
Keiji could feel the Alpha's burning curiosity radiating out from behind him. It was nearly all-consuming, not necessarily in scent, but in aura. The owl-looking boy had an intense energy that was immensely draining, especially after the long and exhausted chase he had just experienced.
"Would you reign that in?" He called over his shoulder at his unwanted follower. "It's exhausting."
"Reign what in?!"
"Your scent. I can smell you analyzing me. Stop it."
"You can smell THAT?"
"Yes. So stop it."
"Heeeeeeeey, how come I can't smell you very well?"" The Alpha chimed in again, abruptly changing the subject.
Keiji ignored the shiver that ran up his spine at the words, very well. Normally, Alphas couldn't smell him at all...
"What do you mean?" He questioned, genuinely wanting to know the answer. He obviously needed to do some correcting on his scent control, as soon as possible.
"Well, like, normally you can smell an Omega from ten, no, like, five feet away. With their scent supressor patches on. But I have to be likeeeeee, twoishhhhhh feet away to smell your scent," the Alpha replied and, much to Keiji's irritation, sniffed the air near his head as he did so.
Keiji was disturbed by the response and also rattled by the sudden invasion of his personal space. The day's events must have disrupted his ability to handle his own scent. Yeah, that was definitely it, he mused and let out a subtle puff of air to relax his anxious mind.
"Do you have a new type of patch on or something?" The owl asked, attempting to answer his own question.
"I'm good at reigning in my scent," Keiji replied after a few moments of contemplation. He had decided that he owed the owl boy at least a snippet of information, in return for his help against the nasty Alphas. Plus, he could tell that the Alpha was only asking out of genuine interest-- a rare occurrence among Alphas. They were normally too self-centered to care about Omega things.
"WOW! I didn't know you guys could do that!?" His follower exclaimed, running in front to eye him down with yellow, owl-like eyes. He placed his large hands on Keiji's slender shoulders to stop him in place on the sidewalk. "Can you teach me how to do that!? That's so sick!"
Keiji brushed the Alpha's hands from his body in irritation, doing his absolute best to ignore the spark of energy he had felt from the touch.
"Why would an Alpha need to reign in their scent. That's stupid."
The owl let out a maniacal laugh at his snarky response, then started walking once again, this time in front of him. He couldn't help but admire the man's broad shoulders, working under his navy shirt with every stride. He cursed himself for staring and shook his head-- he was not about to fall for his savior. That was so cliche.
"I guess you're right. It was a stupid question~" The owl stated plainly, still laughing at his own previous remark. "I just haven't really thought about the inner workings of Omegas before now, I guess."
"Yeah, it shows. Clearly you don't know a lot of things about us. Like the fact that it's rude to touch or smell us without consent," Keiji quipped back in a tone that held more anger than he intended. When the talkative Alpha remained silent, he furrowed his brows in confusion. "Are you pouting?" He asked, his voice a combination of irritation and genuine concern.
"No..." The owl seethed back, his sour tone making it abundantly clear that he was indeed pouting.
Keiji suppressed a laugh. He was...amused. The Alpha had proven himself as a dramatic and humourous character in a matter of minutes.
"You are pouting!" He drawled back saucily, feeling an overwhelming need to poke fun at the grumbling boy.
Then, he had a sudden realization that shocked him-- he could playfully chirp this Alpha without fear of physical retaliation. The owl might pout at his snarky remarks, but he wouldn't attack him for them.
"Keiji!" A familiar voice penetrated his startling thoughts. Suga.
He hadn't even noticed their arrival at the yellow house-- the long walk had just slipped by. He glanced towards the source of the sound and noticed his silver haired nestmate seated on the front steps of the porch, next to Daichi. Oh, they were definitely a pair now. If he couldn't smell it, which he could anyways, then he most certainly could see it.
"Hey, Suga," he called to his Omega friend, granting him with a lazy wave. He had to stifle a chuckle when he felt the owl jump beside him, started by the loudness of his call.
"What happened?" Daichi barked across the lawn, in more statement than question. "What happened to your face."
The level-headed captain's geniune concern for Suga's entire flock greatly amused Keiji. His silver nestmate had mentioned that a few of the Alphas were feeling a new instinct-- one that was translated into something along the lines of, protect the pack. The idea seemed absolutely preposterous to him until that very moment. A moment in which he watched the captain swiftly cross the lawn to roughly grab the owl boy by the front of his shirt. Keiji was taken aback when he was suddenly hit with Daichi's scent. It coiled into his nostrils, shocking him with its protective nature-- protective over him. As he stood there, stunned on the sidewalk in front of the yellow house, he barely registered the two Alphas next to him-- still snarling in each other's faces.
Daichi had succumbed to his protective instincts...for him...an Omega...that he had no familial or friendly bond with! An Omega that he wasn't mated with! It was the most bizarre thing Keiji had ever experienced-- perhaps, Suga wasn't blowing the protective story out of proportion.
"Bokuto. Was. It. You." Daichi snarled into the owl's surprised face, jerking Keiji from his internal stupor of contemplation.
Bokuto...the Alpha who saved him...his name was Bokuto.
Before Bokuto had the chance to respond, Asahi burst through the front door and crossed the lawn to line himself up next to his bristling captain. When he unleashed his own defensive snarl and domineering fragrance, Keiji's blue eyes widened in astonishment. He subtly sniffed the air, only to find the Alpha scents swirling together, mixing into something new. Something more powerful. Protect...pack? Okay, now he was a believer.
When a third growl joined the fray, he glanced back to the front yard to find Hajime's bristling figure, positioned a few feet away on the grass. The snarky Alpha stood, dominant and resolute, adding his own scent to the melting pot around them. Really? Another one? Keiji couldn't help but smile at the ridiculous situation. The minute the conflict was settled, he was going to talk to Suga about the strange happenings.
"Keijiiiiiiiiiiii~~ What happened to your face!" Oikawa called out to him from the porch, hopping over the railing with a stupid amount of grace.
Keiji couldn't even manage a response, he was too busy with his internal analysis of the situation around him. He watched on with growing curiosity as Hajime immediately moved to stand in front the chestnut Omega, but Oikawa continued forward without a second thought. At his ignorance, Hajime's snarls and defensive fragrance grew more ferocious-- making his possession of Oikawa known to Bokuto.
Another pair that wasn't far from mating...
"Not. Me." Bokuto finally managed to utter out though gnashed teeth. "I. Defend. Him."
Keiji had completely forgotten about the owl. He should probably help the poor Alpha out-- the man did helped him out of a tough situation earlier. If he threw the owl a bone, they would be even, and he could put the entire ordeal to rest forever.
"LIAR. You reek of his scent," Asahi roared back, but didn't take a step forward and Keiji was grateful for the his hesitation-- wise enough to know that the situation needed more explanation.
The exact opposite of Nishinoya. That little spitfire would jump right into a brawl without thinking about the implications, Keiji mused with a small chuckle, the kid would be the absolute worst type of Alpha.
"It wasn't him. He helped me," he said with an exasperated sigh, placing one hand on Bokuto's shoulder. Then, he released a tranquil scent to ease the tension-- it was the first time he had allowed his Alpha housemates to smell him, and hopefully, it would be the last. Allowing his fragrance to run free made him very anxious.
At his honest statement, Daichi promptly released Bokuto from his grip and the owl brushed off the front of his white shirt, huffing and puffing in agitation.
"Sorry..." The captain said sheepishly and his feral instincts rapidly dissipated, slowly clearing the thickness in the air.
"What was the proble-" Bokuto tried to respond, but was cut short by a very eager Oikawa.
He bowled Hajime out of the way, much to the Alpha's annoyance, and pulled Keiji into a full embrace.
"What happened!? Your face! It's all bruised!" He cried into Keiji's dark locks, gently rubbing at his purple cheek with a thumb.
Oikawa irritated him to no end, but he was still grateful for their friendship-- even if it was founded on quips and chirps.
"It's fine," he grumbled back at the slender Omega and tried to pull out of the motherly grasp. "Oikawa, let go. It's fine! I just helped out this random Omega. She was cornered behind the Humanities Building by these disgusting guys..."
The yellow house Alphas growled in unison at his recollection and Bokuto took a hesitant step back, rattled by the sudden, renewed hostility. Keiji knew that their anger wasn't directed at the owl, but at the situation-- they were obviously unhappy that he had been in danger. The sheer concept of it filled his heart with a strange pleasure. A feeling that he was...unused to. Was it...did he feel...safe?
"So noble~~" Oikawa sang out into the evening air. He increased his hold on Keiji and ignored the snarling Alphas with professional ease. "So brave~~".
"Oh my god. Stop," Keiji muttered into Oikawa's soft shirt, gnashing his teeth as the unwanted attention. "You would have done the same thing."
At his last statement, Hajime unleashed a vicious snarl-- displeased with Oikawa's tendency to throw himself into reckless situations. He was going to have to get used to it, Keiji pondered with an impish grin, that was all Oikawa ever did.
"Suga, I can smell you wanting to take Keiji for a scent reset. Why don't you and Oikawa take him upstairs to nest. We're all okay here," Daichi called out to the silver haired Omega-- observing the exchange from the porch.
Suga granted the Alpha a beaming smile in return and Keiji couldn't help but to be impressed with the captain's ability to pinpoint his desires so readily. The two had yet to mate, in fact, they had only know each other a few weeks.
"You heard him Keiji! Upstairs to the nest we go!" Oikawa called out into the air, dragging his irritated figure into the yellow safe house. "Leave these grumps to their Alpha business~~"
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