{ H O W L }

[aotenrousei-blog]

Hey guys,

I am sad to say I’m leaving Abode. I want to emphasize that I genuinely had a lot of fun writing together with every single person I RPed with - whatever our personal conflicts or perceptions of one another now, that won’t change. And there are a lot of people here I’d love to continue RPing with if you ever want to catch up with me on my indie.

If anyone wants to talk to me, you can hit me up there or on Twitter. :)

Good luck with everything, guys. From the bottom of my heart, I wish you all well.

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🍷

🍷:Would they manipulate someone to get what they want? 

If he feels like he can’t get what he wants with his own abilities.

Natsuno hates being manipulated, but he has no problem doing it to other people if it means getting the outcome he wants. However, he won’t resort to doing it unless he believes it’s impossible to accomplish what he wants without other people’s help, and that other people won’t help him unless he manipulates them into it.

So under duress, yes.

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⚖:Has your muse broken the law before? Broken a vow or promise? 

Well, like, he’s into hacking; of course he’s broken the law. He likes to use the law as a weapon when it works for him, but completely ignores it when it restricts what he wants to do.

He doesn’t make many promises; firstly, he lacks close friends, who would be the only ones he’d be willing to make a promise with. Secondly, he does feel obligated to fulfill them if he commits to them willingly (as opposed to being manipulated into them, in which case breaking them is pretty much a given), so he prefers not to restrict himself that way often, even for people he likes.

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Morality Meme

⚖: Has your muse broken the law before? Broken a vow or promise?

⚔: Would your muse kill if they had to in order to protect a loved one?

🌟: Do they consider themselves a good person?

👑: Is your muse honorable?

☯: What do they think of 'good' and 'evil'?

🌹: When would they tell a lie?

🍷: Would they manipulate someone to get what they want?

⛨: What would they sacrifice their life for?

💋: How easily are they tempted?

☽: What is their alignment?

⚠: Would they seek revenge against someone who's harmed them or the people they care about?

[omegayuichiro-blog]

overcharging vendor shit  ▒ ☀

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He sighed, looking down at his shirt with distaste as the event went down in front of him. He knew that it was too good to be true to get a fucking hot dog. He just hoped he actually could get a new shirt. Maybe he could run back to the dorms and pick a new outfit out, but that would take a while. It was worth it, though, because he didn’t smell that good. So he nodded at the alpha, lowering his head as he turned around and walked back to his dorm in a leisurely manner.

When he got there, it was a matter of taking a quick shower and throwing on new clothes that he didn’t particularly care about—his favorite shirt had been ruined by the vendor, so he wouldn’t be happy for a while. He threw on some random t-shirt in his drawer, pulling on skinny jeans as well for the sake of having a brand new outfit. He sighed, looking at his appearance in the mirror and thinking of it as enough. 

Leaving his dorm room and locking up, he made his way back to the area where the vendors were, actively seeking out the person who had saved the vendor from being beaten the fuck up. He wanted to thank him, but he also was told he would be being reimbursed, and he definitely wanted that. He needed the money back for him to be able to buy that exact same shirt that was ruined for him.

He didn’t know where he was, and he looked around a bit more, before finally spotting the back of his head in the middle of the crowd. He ran up to him, tapping his shoulder lightly, as if he didn’t want another fucking hot dog thrown at him by this guy instead of the vendor (the vendor he could stand, but this guy seemed like he could fucking punt Yuichiro into the sun if he wanted to). “You said to seek you out after I got cleaned up…?”

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Dumbass Vendor threw a bit of a hissy fit being tossed out on his ass, but once security showed up everything went smoothly. Natsuno got Hungry For Hotdogs’ refund, and Dumbass Vendor was booted off school grounds and banned from returning.

Whatever that guy’s issues were, at least they weren’t Natsuno’s problem anymore.

He wasn’t really concerned with staying somewhere visible - since they went to the same school, he figured he’d run into Hungry For Hotdogs again at some point or another, so why go out of his way to worry about it? So he bought some more fair food and then went looking for a nice, secluded spot to eat it.

Of course, it had to be while he was still searching that Hungry For Hotdogs managed to track him down.

“Yeah, here you go,” Natsuno said, awkwardly balancing his food and drink with one arm while fishing the refund money out of his pocket and handing it over. “I can’t believe you spent that much on a hotdog. Almost all the other food stalls are cheaper, you know, and you get way more food from the ones that cost as much.”

Sure, that had been the only stand with hotdogs, but some things just weren’t worth being stupidly picky about.

[omegayuichiro-blog]

bishi bashi bitch fight scrublord come at me im ripped ▒ ☀

                                            @aotenrousei

Yuichiro had never felt more ashamed in his life than he did when he let his instincts take over and ruin someone’s impression of him. Of course, he did his best to remedy this whenever he could, but sometimes it just didn’t go through their heads that he was really sorry. Like with Natsuno, the high schooler in the council with Mikaela who had seen him in the nude. He felt kind of bad for making the other feel uncomfortable around him, but he also knew that he needed to get the fuck over himself and realize that instincts were purely instincts.

It’s not like he could actually stop his responses. Sure, he could try, but it would not be a sure response, and more than likely it would cause him to have an intense break down later on in the times. He sighed, putting on a comfortable outfit and making his way towards the arcade station near the dorms, needing to fight his way through his stress in a way that wasn’t going to physically harm himself. Mikaela had gotten on him about that unhealthy way of life earlier on, and he felt like he needed to kind of change that part about him to make sure Mikaela’s worries were flattened.

So he arrived at the arcade, and changed his dollars into quarters, pocketing the ones he didn’t need for later. He walked up to one of the cheaper machines—it meant he would be able to play more rounds. Of course, it was a two player game, so he sighed, looking around for the nearest person he could see. And who did his eyes lay on other than Natsuno, the guy who had humiliated him and made him feel like shit. He sighed, moving slowly and walking up to him, tapping his shoulder until he turned around.

“So, Natsuno. I want to play that fighting game over there, but it requires two people. Wanna see if you can kick my ass at the game to get your frustrations out on me? You can say whatever kind of derogatory shit you want as long as you’re beating the shit out of the character in the game and not me.”

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Natsuno liked to use physical exertion as stress relief. It burned off all the excess irritation in him, and the sweet ache in his muscles afterwards was actually satisfying, in a weird way. The pain that came of exerting himself was its own reward, he supposed.

And he’d been doing a little less parkour lately - his hand was more or less healed, but he was still working on building the strength in it back up again, and didn’t want to do anything too risky until he could be sure it was reliable. So that meant spending more time at the arcade, on the dancing machines.

Natsuno was just wrapping up a two-hour long session, dripping with sweat, when Mini Frank approached him. Given all the endorphins in his system after that work-out, he was in a better mood than the last time they’d met, and this time the Omega wasn’t blasting obnoxious pheromones in his face, so Natsuno decided to at least hear him out despite the fact that he’d tapped him on the shoulder.

At the request, Natsuno quirked an eyebrow. Then, he smirked.

“Sure, I’ve got time to burn,” Natsuno said, swiping a hand through damp bangs. “If you’re that eager for me to kick your ass at video games, I guess I can indulge you, Mini Frank.”

[omegayuichiro-blog]

overcharging vendor shit  ▒ ☀

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               This was great.

Yuichiro was actually five seconds from ripping this person a new one when this dude stepped in. He basically screamed alpha, but Yuichiro wasn’t going to submit. There was really only one alpha who could ever make him do that. But he heard his scheme, and smiled, willing to back down for now. He turned to the vendor, his smile becoming more threatening than friendly, like how it was directed at the alpha who helped him out.

He was silent, staring at the vendor as if awaiting a response, and he tapped his foot on the floor, crossing his arms. The vendor stared back at him for a bit before sighing, and placing his hand out with the food he ordered. Yuichiro promptly perked up, but was caught off guard by the vendor throwing it at him and smashing it all against his clothes, condiments and all. He looked down and back up, anger radiating off of him and thickening the air with intense pheromones.

“….Excuse me?”

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Natsuno was just as startled as Hungry For Hotdogs when the vendor actually threw the food at a customer.

“Wow,” he said to Dumbass Vendor, pulling out his phone to text Tachibana, “I didn’t think you were that petty. Did I mention I’m on the Student Council? You all should find somewhere else to eat,” he told the people in line behind Hungry For Hotdogs. “This guy is closed. Your vendor fee was non-refundable, by the way, hope you remember that from the contract you signed,” he added over his shoulder to Dumbass Vendor.

“You can go get cleaned up if you want,” Natsuno told Hungry Fot Hotdogs, nose wrinkling a little. Not only was the guy filthy, but his pheromones were coming on way too strong right now. It was giving Natsuno a headache, and putting an irritable edge on his temper. “I’ve got this from here. Come find me after I’ve taken care of this guy, I’ll make sure you get a refund.”

His phone buzzed, and Natsuno barely glanced at it before smirking at Dumbass Vendor.

“There’s President Tachibana’s approval for the revocation of your vending permit and your removal from school premises. Issue the refund and pack up before I call security.”

This Student Council gig had some perks, after all. Natsuno was definitely enjoying himself.

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20, 13!

20:What is your muse's addiction? 

Natsuno would scoff that he isn’t addicted to anything, but honestly, given how often he ends up injured - most often from parkour accidents - and how little he cares about the pain, he’s dangerously close to the borderline of self-harm. And it’s probably for the best that he doesn’t recognize it, because otherwise, he might seek it out more deliberately in even more risky or dangerous behavior.

13:What is your muse's saddest memory from their childhood? 

Natsuno is still too emotionally disengaged from others to feel much sorrow for them, and he certainly doesn’t care enough to feel sorrow for himself, so nothing in particular jumps to mind.

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sixteen!

16:How does your muse see themselves in 5 years? What about 10? 

Natsuno has no fucking clue, honestly. It’s easier for him to think of things he doesn’t want (being dependent on his parents, or in any way associated with the military) than things he does.

All he can really do is pursue his academic interests while trying to figure shit out, which are largely computer related. Barring any action on his part, he’ll probably end up somewhere in Intel someday. But Natsuno strongly dislikes the idea of outside forces determining his fate, so he’s likely to try and deviate from that at some point.

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Dig into my muse's life | headcanons

1: When did your muse lose their virginity?

2: Who was your muse's first kiss?

3: Which parent(or guardian) does your muse prefer?

4: Who are your muse's closest friends?

5: Does your muse have any phobias?

6: Which sibling is your muse closest to? If they have no siblings, which family member?

7: If your muse had the opportunity to turn into the opposite sex for a day, would they take it? If so, what would they do?

8: Who was your muse's first crush?

9: What is your muse's sexual preference?

10: Most problematic thing your muse has ever done?

11: How important is family to your muse?

12: What is your muse's happiest memory from their childhood?

13: What is your muse's saddest memory from their childhood?

14: What is your muse's deadly sin?

15: What would your muse say to their younger self if they could go back in time?

16: How does your muse see themselves in 5 years? What about 10?

17: How does your muse deal with their anger?

18: How does your muse feel about religion?

19: Is your muse more self loving or self loathing?

20: What is your muse's addiction?

[omegayuichiro-blog]

He wiped his tears away, having listened to the stand-off between the alphas. He was intent on not angering either of them, because a part of him—a small part that saw how his brothers got with each other when they were fighting—was scared of what would happen if he was to overreact to this whole endeavor. When Mikaela prompted him, he moved forward slowly, as if showing he meant no harm, and met the alpha eye to eye–a sign of respect.

He took in a deep breath, steadying himself and his hormones as much as he could. After a few deep breaths to calm himself, he spoke up, voice timid and soft, “I’m sorry…” He started, then continued onwards, not keen on the feeling of humiliation that hit him hard then and there. “I–I’m sorry you had to–to see me naked, Natsuno-san, and I personally hope it never happens again…”

He stepped back, then, hiding behind Mika, his pheromones still slightly wavering with intense uncomfortability. 

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Natsuno rolled his eyes at Mikaela.

“Are you trying to be a hypocrite, or does it just come naturally to you? Otherwise, maybe you should follow your own advice and not sound so hostile when you’re demanding that I change how I speak, especially since I wasn’t even talking to you to begin with.”

The ‘none of his business’ line was interesting; there hadn’t been a denial in there, so at least one of Natsuno’s suggestions might have hit the mark, or been close. Or at least, that was what he was going to assume, since without any input from them, he was free to form his own conclusions and think whatever he wanted.

So he was going to think that they were grossly dysfunctional and codependent, because honestly, that’s how they were looking right now, and adversity supposedly brought out your true colors or whatever.

Then Mini Frank finally saw fit to speak up. Natsuno was wholly unimpressed by such a whimpery apology, and outright contemptuous of the way the Omega immediately ducked back behind his Alpha, but whatever, he’d gotten what he wanted.

“Well, I’d be lying if I said I forgive you, Mini Frank, but I’m glad you apologized. Since I got what I wanted, I’ll let you two go back to your dysfunctional codependency, or whatever it is you have that’s none of my business.”

And with that, he swung wide around them and continued on to school.

Boy, was the Student Council meeting going to be fun today.

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The revelation that those pictures were meant for him almost made Mikaela facepalm again in embarrassment – if only the situation wasn’t rapidly taking a very, very bad turn. As if the depressing pheromones coming off of Yuuichirou weren’t distressing enough, the angry spike on Natsuno’s own scent also caught Mikaela’s attention. Especially his whole speech.

Fingers closing in tight fists and fangs bared in a snarl, Mikaela’s first instinct was to probably to snap one or two of Natsuno’s fingers, really. But he had been better trained than that, and as quick as his Alpha genes had acted up they also calmed down, as Mikaela clenched his eyes shut and took in a deep breath before actually making any movement. Which was to step forward and put himself between the other two males, shielding Yuuichirou’s figure.

While his expression was rather neutral, there was some kind of fire sparkling behind blue irises as he stared at Natsuno in all seriousness. There was a moment of silence and Mikaela narrowed his eyes slightly, then leaning his body forward in a half bow.

“If it’s an apology you want, then I’ll do it for him. However,” Voice turning ice cold, almost ominious, Mikaela straightened his back, now blatantly glaring at Natsuno, his pupils slightly slithered. “That is enough, Natsuno. Those words were completely uncalled for. If you are bothered by his reactions, you are more than free to turn around and leave.”

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Yuichiro stood there, tears still welling in his eyes at the harshness of Natsuno’s words, not in the least calming down, even when Mikaela shielded himself in front of him. He didn’t know how to deal with confrontation, and he definitely didn’t want a fight to break out between them, so he sniffled a little, trying to calm himself. He hated his instincts for making his initial reaction so—omega. 

It was unerring to watch the two alphas snarl at each other, and he tried to make himself small, despite all of the fight picking he was used to. He didn’t ever see Mikaela like this before, so it was a new sight to his significant other that he didn’t really know as well. He had a lot more to find out.

He waited there silently, watching for an action.

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Natsuno’s attention was forced to switch to Shindou when the other Alpha’s scent spiked with heightened emotion. He didn’t miss the signs of repressed aggression - the flash of fang, the tight fists, the way Shindou stepped between him and Mini Frank.

Natsuno eyed him coolly, shifting his body so that his shoulder and hip faced Shindou and he had to turn his head to keep eye contact, arms relaxed by his sides. It was a good stance to defend from, or to bolt from - but most importantly, it was a supremely difficult stance to attack from. The only good move available would be a kick, and there was no way to do it without broadcasting it first.

Basically, it was an easy visual way to broadcast I’m confronting you, but I don’t want to fight you, and I’m not a physical threat to the person you’re protecting.

With that settled, and any ensuing physical violence officially Not His Fault, it was time to counterattack. His upper lip curled into a sneer, exposing his own fangs.

“Wow, Shindou, how... Alpha of you. Do you feed him, too? Bathe him? Change his diapers? I didn’t know anyone was still so old-fashioned these days. Anyway, I don’t care if you think my words were uncalled for or not. I’ll leave when he apologizes to me.”

[bloody-trumpet-deactivated20161]

It was just another day of Mikaela bickering at Yuuichirou for his lack of healthy eating habits, when blue eyes caught the sight of another male approaching them. Or better said – stomping at their direction, a sight that had Mikaela promptly shutting his mouth and arching an eyebrow. He recognized the other male, of course – Natsuno, the new member of the Student Council, recruited by Hotaro herself.

There haven’t been many chances to talk to him properly yet, though.

The plan was to offer Natsuno a casual smile and a wave as a greeting once he was close enough, but Mikaela was stopped mid-thought the moment Natsuno’s words reached him.

Well, Mikaela’s first reaction was to freeze on the spot and widen his eyes, thoughts running wild inside his head, forming an incoherent mess. And then he remembered yesterday’s incident and – Oh God. The Alpha facepalmed, letting out a loud groan before he turned back to his boyfriend with a frown and an exasperated voice,

“Yuuchan! You sent those pictures to Natsuno too?!”

[omegayuichiro-blog]

             Holy shit this couldn’t be happening. 

                                                           Yuichiro was just putting up with Mikaela hounding him over his eating habits—again, might he add–when the male who had saved him from hot dog vendor bullshittery came up to him, calling him mini-frank. His eyes widened and he looked at Mikaela for help, but he did nothing to protect his dick’s pride. Instead, he swivelled around and got exasperated at him. He sighed, getting ready to explain himself, considering the comm center had issued apologies for the issues. Maybe Mikaela didn’t see it?

“Listen, did you not see the comm center’s apologies? They mass-sent texts from some people to others that it didn’t get sent to! So, yeah, some people saw me in the nude! I was only trying to send them to you, Mika! Also, I can’t believe your mom saw…” He turned to Natsuno, then, face flaming with embarrassment.

“And you! I—I don’t have a small dick! I–I’m fucking—-Ugh! Don’t even call me mini frank, because FRANKLY, I’m not into it! How did this happen….” He radiated intensely nervous pheromones, tears forming in his eyes at the humiliation, especially because others around them were whispering about the event that had transpired. This was horrible, and it was pissing him off.

“C–Can we please, please, forget any of this ever happened?” He hung his head low in shame, not wanting to continue this at all, for any money in the entire world. He was just so ashamed with himself, and at the fact that it got sent to so many people. He felt like crying, and the more he felt like that, the thicker his pheromones got, making a bunch of people leave the premises due to the intense smell of sadness. It was like overly-sour honey, which was surprising, because honey wasn’t sour.

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Okay, firstly, Natsuno did not need to know who Mini Frank had been trying to send the nude pic to, especially if that person was someone on the student council he had to see on a daily basis. That was not information he wanted, thanks.

Secondly, what the hell, was he seriously going into hysterics over this? Was it to try and manipulate two Alphas into leaving the poor sad Omega alone? Natsuno’s scowl deepened as his mood soured further. He hated feeling like he was being manipulated, especially because his Alpha instincts did react to an Omega’s intense sadness and distress.

Snarling more at his instincts than at Mini Frank, Natsuno snapped back.

“Of course I saw the comm center’s apologies,” he said derisively. “Even if it was the comm center’s mistake, though, I still had to see a gross picture of you, so I think you owe me an apology, too. I’m traumatized, here, I can’t forget when disgusting shit happens to me even if I want to, so why should I let you forget it, Mini Frank? Speaking of things I wish I could forget,” he went on, upper lip curling with contempt, “do you always cry to force Alphas to do what you want?”

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@omegayuichiro @bloody-trumpet

The comm center had issued an apology for all the waylaid images from last night (some technical glitch or other), but that didn’t do Natsuno any good, as far as he could tell. He’d still seen way too much of some people than he’d ever wanted to see. He was traumatized for life, here.

Speaking of some people, there was one now. Hyakuya, the guy who’d been ripped off by a hotdog vendor that one time, walking on the high school campus with Shindou. Natsuno had become more familiar with Shindou lately, between Shindou harassing his roommate about his furry accessories and Natsuno being Interim Treasurer on the Student Council now.

(Fun idea: propose amendment to dress code rules so that Crow’s stupid fake ears and tail would be allowable just to see the look on Shindou’s face?)

Anyway, Natsuno had seen way too much of Hyakuya’s Hotdog, and he wanted to make sure it never happened, ever again.

Striding over to the two of them, he called out.

“Oy, Mini Frank!” Yeah, that’s your new nickname, Hyakuya, get used to it. “Don’t ever send me nudes ever again, you pervert!”

[great-horned-ace]

Bokuto immediately perked up when Natsuno agreed to volley-math– would he be able to spike balls when he got problems right?! would he get to teach Natsuno volleyball plays while he learned math?!– but as soon as a sheet of paper was presented to him instead, all happiness and excitement drained from his features.

He didn’t whine– didn’t even whimper– but he did look like he was about to start crying. 

There was only so much studying and sitting still that the poor hyperactive Delta could take, and this was pushing at his limits. Combined with the letdown that came with this version of volley-math, Bokuto ended up just drooping until he had his forehead pressed into the table.

And there he sat, a pile of the strangest mixture of rippling muscle, depressed vibes, and distraught pheromones. This was, unfortunately for Natsuno, the extent of how quickly Bokuto could fall into his infamous dejected mode.

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Ugh, what was he supposed to do with this? Natsuno didn’t want to force Bokuto to keep studying if he really had reached his limit, but he didn’t want the Delta to think that Natsuno would do whatever he wanted just because he got upset, either. But he also didn’t want to further depress the Delta, because despite his irritation he did like the guy, and the distraught pheromones were upsetting him.

Natsuno sighed, propping his chin in his hands and staring at the collapsed Delta as he thought about what the best thing to do was.

“Alright, here’s what I’m willing to do,” he said at last. “We can stop for the day right now, and I’ll go home, and next time we’ll agree beforehand how long we’re going to study, and you can teach me volleyball after that. Or we can work for another thirty minutes right now, and then you can teach me some volleyball today. It’s up to you what you feel up for.”

He hesitated, and then added, “And... sorry, I guess. If I sounded too harsh. I’m not going to force you to do anything you really don’t want to do.” He wasn’t going to stop being who he was, but he could at least try to recognize when he was taking it a little too far, at least with one of the few people he actually liked spending time with.

[niseou-blog]

Although his lips were curved into an amused grin, Sora didn’t reject the chips handed to him, instead, taking them graciously. “Oh! Thanks, man. How come you have so many snacks?“

To be fair, the gamer usually tried to make the most of his meals, choosing high-calorie, nutrient-rich foods. Especially when he was running low on money and time. It really wasn’t like he tried to go long without eating, he just ate as much as he needed to, when he could.

Rolling the chair closer to the young Alpha, Sora was a nosy guy, trying to peek at his screen for a moment. “My friends are all busy, figures. They’re either at practice or… I don’t even know what some of them are doing. Somehow 90% of my friends are jocks, wow.”

“What’s your homework about? I could probably help, if you want.“

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Natsuno shrugged. “I was planning to get all my homework done today, so I brought a lot of snacks in case it took a while. I don’t like taking meal breaks until I’m done, it disrupts my concentration.”

Ugh, the NEET was scooching closer to him. Ew. Natsuno didn’t think NEET-ness wasn’t contagious, but the proximity definitely made him feel greasier.

And of course his friends were “busy.” Natsuno doubted they were even real.

“I don’t need help with my homework, I have perfect grades in all of my classes, including the one I take here. I could probably help you with your homework. I’m already tutoring a university third year at math.”

[sugary-sunshine-deactivated2017]

Getting his hand slapped away was what did it for Sugawara. He stopped everything he was doing, brown eyes going wide as he stared at the younger male, taken aback by such a violent reaction. He surely hadn’t been expected that at all – but then again, Sugawara never stopped to think that maybe his mothering habits could be a bother for some, ne? So despite the feeling of dejection, the Omega didn’t let it show on his features, though he couldn’t do anything about his scent letting it be known.

“…Alright.” He answered after a moment, calmly, and finally pulled back from Natsuno.

There was no rush when he gathered his things and closed down the small first-aid kit box, returning it to his backpack before pulling himself up from the ground. Picking up his shopping bags afterwards, he balanced their weight on his arms with a huff. Instead of simply walking away though, he stopped to glance at the young Alpha another time, sending him an apologetic smile,

“Take care of yourself, ne?” He said then, turning away.

Maybe he should just worry about his dinner instead.

[aotenrousei-blog]

Natsuno continued to glare and bristle as Overbearing Omega finally got the hint and packed up his things, and only relaxed a little once the older boy had stood and put some distance between them.

He watched him walk away until he was no longer in sight, then roughly pulled himself to his feet again. His whole body ached, the pain flooding back now that the adrenaline was fading.

Well, whatever. He could do basic first aid for himself once he got back to the dorms. That’s what he’d done every other time he’d wiped out in the past. He didn’t need anyone’s help, especially not from some smothering Overbearing Omega.

In a supremely bad mood, Natsuno limped home.