Poison (Part 1/4)
Pairing: Alpha!Bokuto Koutarou x Beta!Reader
Summary: You loved love, but it wasn’t made for you… but maybe a certain Alpha could change your mind
Word Count: 5.8k
A/N: MSBY Black Jackals time period
AU: Omegaverse
“I don’t care about your presentation. It shouldn’t matter whether or not you’re a Beta and I’m an Alpha— I love you for you and not because of my biology—“
”Fucking liar,” you grumbled glaring holes into your tv, “You only love her cause it’s in the fucking script,” you grumbled once more, shoving the Valentine’s chocolate you had bought for yourself into your mouth.
”Hmmm… and you say this is your favorite movie because….?”
Your eyes snapped to your laptop, wide open and displaying your younger sister.
Truthfully you were sure every single person in the world would find you to be quite the pathetic display right now. In the midst of February, crying about fake love stories while stuffing your face with heart shaped chocolates, and talking to your sister that had to make time out of her busy school schedule just to hang out with you over FaceTime. Not to mention your hair was a wreck and you looked like you had been awake for days.
But at the age of 24 you stopped caring about the optics long ago… plus no one was ever here to pity you anyway.
”Because it’s a beautiful fucking love story about a Beta finding true love,” another chocolate down the hatch.
”Isn’t the actress an Omega in real life?” She snorted.
”Yeah and you can tell no Betas worked on this film cause they got so much shit wrong. Like how would she be able to tell he was pissed off in that one scene by his scent? We can’t smell that shit,” you ranted, throwing a piece of chocolate at the tv. Out of the corner of your eye you could see your cat walking up and sniffing the chocolate before batting it away. “They also make her too submissive.”
She hummed absentmindedly, filling in one of the answers in her homework, ”Well what do you expect? You guys only make up like, what— 2 percent of the population?”
”Maybe if you Omegas and Alphas didn’t fuck like bunnies, we wouldn’t be dying out.”
”Hey!” Your sister yelped, looking up from her homework, “Mom told you not to say stuff like that anymore!”
You grumbled something to yourself, sinking further down against the foot of your bed and into the carpet, “Sorry.”
“God I can’t wait for February to be over,” she muttered going back to her homework.
”At least I don’t bother you with this year round now. If I’m destined to die alone I can take one month out of the year to be insufferable.”
”Oh sis, you need some serious help.”
”That’s what the chocolates are for,” you say through a mouthful, “Ah! Don’t eat that Mochi!”
From your sister’s perspective she sees you suddenly leap out of frame giving her a view of the dance pole you had installed in your room— a secret you made sure both your sisters would take to the grave just so your parents wouldn’t find out. And just behind that she could faintly make out the shelves upon shelves of anime figurines you collected in the dim light of your room that was only illuminated by the TV and your laptop. You returned seconds later with a cat in your arms.
She sweat dropped. She loves you with her entire heart but holy shit, you were becoming the stereotypical sad cat lady day by day.
”Tell me again why you can’t just go out with one of the million volleyball players you manage? Or what about the other guys on the other teams? I thought you said most of them don’t have mates?” She asked, putting her pencil down and finally giving you her undivided attention. “I’ve seen some of the pictures of the guys on your team too, they’re all hot.”
You groaned, throwing your head back against the foot of your bed, ”There’s so much wrong with that question I don’t even know where to start.”
”Enlighten me then,” she deadpanned.
”Okay, one, they’re like the most stereotypical Alphas you’ll ever meet— like the Alphas of Alphas, which means a Beta is probably the last person they’d ever date. Two, most of them are unmated for good reason, they’re professional athletes, they don’t have time for that. And three, they’re my co-workers, it’s not professional!” You exclaimed, throwing a fist in the air and causing Mochi to meow and squirm out of your hold.
She narrowed her eyes at your dramatics. “Is that all?” She asked sarcastically.
”There’s probably more— ah shit the movie’s over,” you said, noticing the credits beginning to roll.
”Thank God,” your little omega sister muttered, “It’s time for you to go to bed anyway.”
”Sleep is for the weak,” you grumbled, a pocky stick hanging out the corner of your mouth while searching for a new movie.
”Huh-uh sure it is. It’s 2am and don’t you have to get up at 6?”
”5. I’m going on a run to burn off all the chocolate.”
”You could just not eat it.”
”Funny.”
She rolled her eyes, “Anyway, Ne-Chan is going to your place tomorrow right?”
”Oh yeah, that’s right,” you muttered, forgetting about your older sister’s stay.
”Thank God, she can help you through tomorrows episode instead of me.”
”Bitch.”
She started closing her textbook, ”Ok I’m gonna—“
”Y’know tomorrow will be the first time I’m seeing any of you in like a year.”
”That’s cause you never visit.”
”Well you guys could come visit me too y’know?” You scoffed, picking at your cuticle.
”Nuh uh don’t pull that, we’re all here and you’re the one that wanted to run off and isolate herself after you started making bank as a manager.”
”Yeah whatever,” you grumbled.
”I’m gonna go to bed now,” she hummed, “And you should too.”
You only grunted in response.
”Love ya, talk to you later,” she waved.
”Love you—“ she hung up, “…too,” you ended with a sigh.
You took a second, staring at the blank screen and remembering just how lonely you felt now that you were by yourself before going back to scrolling through the movies once again.
* * * *
You jolted awake to the sound of your alarm that following morning.
You turned over, registered that it was 5am, turned off the alarm, and turned back around.
What were you thinking? A 5am run? The sun wasn’t even up yet. You weren’t like the weirdos you managed on the team. You’d much rather stick to your usual workout routine.
You fell back asleep.
You would actually wake up two hours later at 7am to go to work. The guys had a 8 am practice but you couldn’t spend the practice time with them anyway as you’d be locked away in your office all day. After their last tournament they had an influx of sponsors come in and now you had your hands absolutely full with that.
However, now with the sunlight filtering in through your curtains, you forced yourself awake and to get ready for the day.
You sat up, your bed head looking worse than it did when you fell asleep. Quickly glancing around the room with bleary eyes you saw the mess you had made. Wrappers, boxes, used tissues scattered everywhere, with your tv still on.
You sighed before forcing yourself to your feet, stirring your sleeping cat on your bed. You quickly gathered the garbage together and threw it out followed by turning off the tv.
You passed by your calendar, February 8th, only six more days until Valentine’s Day.
Your shoulders slumped as you dragged your feet over to your closet.
Truly you weren’t this desperate and pathetic all the time, it’s just this month that always seemed to get to you.
Old habits die hard, you supposed.
Ever since you were a child you dreamed about growing up and getting married, you dreamed about falling in love and experiencing the type of love that completely electrified you and made your head dizzy, you dreamt about being held by a man that was completely crazy about you.
Maybe it was a bit naïve, but it’s what you always wanted.
But then you had to go and present as a Beta.
You were the only Beta born to a completely traditional family. Your father was an alpha, your mother an omega, your two older brothers were both alphas, your older sister was an omega, and your younger sister was also an omega.
Turns out your great grandmother was a fucking Beta and that’s where the gene came from.
You also had no issue with being a Beta, the problem lied with the fact that Betas were so rare nowadays they were impossible to find, and other Betas would have been your dating pool. But now you were stuck feeling undesirable by both Alphas and Omegas who only wanted to mate with each other.
You slammed your closet open, a bit rougher than you intended and pulled out a pair of black slacks, a white button up, and your blazer.
It wasn’t your typical dress attire everyday but your schedule was full of zoom meetings today with both sponsors and magazines. Any other day you would have been assisting the team during practice and dressed in one of your track suits.
You quickly stripped and dressed yourself for the day.
Now it also wasn’t as if you didn’t try within the field of love. You fought tooth and nail to experience any kind of romantic relationship but a girl could only take her confessions being rejected by Alpha after Omega after Alpha so many times. Not to mention being ditched on blind dates. For you the cumulative number that was your breaking point was thirty times.
You loved love.
But it wasn’t made for you.
After dressing, using the bathroom, brushing your teeth, and putting on your makeup and putting your hair in a tight bun, you headed to the kitchen to brew a cup of coffee in a to go cup before heading out the door to start your day.
The game plan for the day was to greet the team before hiding away in your office for the rest of the day. You’d meet with the CEO of Bouncing Ball on zoom followed by another sponsor you couldn’t remember but you were pretty sure it was some energy drink company. Then you’d start getting the schedule in order for the match against the Adler’s later this week. Following that you’d meet with two Sports magazines back to back to set up some interviews— speaking of interviews you also—
“Fuck,” you hissed on the train ride softly, immediately going through your bag for your agenda. The passenger next to you threw you an annoyed glance but you paid them no mind. “The press conference.”
You quickly wrote down in your agenda, that contained both your work and personal life schedules on one calendar, a reminder about that press conference that’s coming up. Then you quickly put it in your phone calendar as well.
Interviews and press conferences were a nightmare for you, between Hinata, Atsumu, and Bokuto you had your hands completely full with making sure they were in the right place at the right time because somehow they never were unless you had them all on tight leashes.
Yeah maybe you didn’t have someone to love or love you back the way you wanted but you did have your career. And as much as they liked to drive you up a wall you did enjoy your job and your coworkers. On top of that you were still able to make a pretty decent life for yourself as you were completely independent and self sufficient, in fact you were able to send checks to help support your family now. Your apartment was basically an expensive suite that always looked immaculate due to the fact you were even able to afford a maid.
The train stopped and you got off. Now with some caffeine in your system there was more of a pep in your step. You knew that once you stepped a foot into the building you’d momentarily forget all your woes and instead act like the professional that you were as you threw yourself into your work. Your sister would be coming over later in the day and you had your Pilates class that night so you certainly had a full day ahead.
You headed straight for the gymnasium, stalking past your own office as you put a smile on your face.
Pushing the door open you headed straight towards the bench where Coach Samson and Meian were currently talking. You waved to Atsumu, Hinata, and Sakusa who were currently starting their warm ups, you assumed the rest to still be in the locker room.
You could immediately hear the squeaking of their sneakers on the flooring, the smell of salon-pas invading your nose. The ceiling was so much higher than the one of your old high school and the lights much brighter as well.
”Good morning Samson-san, Meian-san,” you nodded towards them with a smile.
Samson returned your warm smile with one of his own, “Good morning (Y/N), you seem cheerful as always,”
”What’s not to be cheerful about?” You shrugged, “Anyways I went over your schedule yesterday, looks like you’ve got a full day of practice huh?”
”Yeah,” Meian answered, “It’s the Adlers, some of the guys are getting worked up about the upcoming match so we figured more practice wouldn’t hurt. God knows they’re gonna over practice anyway.”
”That is true,” you snorted.
”And you?” Samson asked, “You’re all dressed up again, stuck in more meetings?”
”That I am. Got some meetings with one of our sponsors and some new ones. Then I need to set up interviews with VolleyballWorld Mag and Sports Monthly— oh and we have that press conference on the 25th coming up but I’ll give you more details when that gets closer.”
Meian whistled lowly, “I’m glad I only have to do the playing, I’d lose my mind if I had your job.”
”Oh it’s not that difficult—“
”I thought we talked about not selling yourself short (Y/N),” Samson interrupted, “You’re the only manager I’ve dealt with that hasn’t lost a single sponsorship for this team. Not only that but you handle these knuckle headed Alphas so well I think they’d fall apart without you.”
You laughed at his comment and grinned, “I do appreciate the sentiment so thank you,” you nodded, “Now I only wanted to stop by and say hello, I have to prepare for the meetings now so I’ll head out. I’ll be in my office all day if you need anything.” You began turning around, waving at the two, “Good luck with practice today—“
”(Y/N)-CHAAAAAN!!”
Your shoulders immediately tensed, your eyes widening, “Oh fuck—“
Suddenly you had the air knocked out of you as you were quite literally swept off your feet by a much larger force, now being rocked side to side in the Alphas embrace as he squeezed you against his chest.
”Bokuto-san,” you managed to wheeze out, “I thought we discussed this?”
You could instantly feel him deflate, “We did…”
”And what did we say?”
”No hugging Miss Manager.”
”And why?”
”Because it’s unprofessional.”
You waited a beat for him to react but he didn’t, “That means put me down Bokuto-san.”
A second later you were back on your feet.
You huffed, straightening out your blazer and ignoring the dejected look on Bokuto’s face. After working with him for so long it was quite easy at this point. You patted his arm.
”Thank you. Always a pleasure Bokuto-san, good luck with practice—“
”You’re not staying!?” He suddenly exclaimed.
“You do realize her job isn’t just handing out towels and water bottles right?” Meian asked.
”Yeah but… Beta-chan hasn’t been to practice in ages!”
”That’s because you guys keep doing so well. The more sponsors you get the busier I become. Now you really should get to practice, it’s almost 9 now.” You said, checking your watch, “And don’t worry, I’ll be attending practice again before you know it.”
You were just about to turn and leave before Bokuto stopped you again.
“Wait! I have something for you!”
You watched in slight annoyance as Bokuto ran off to his bag and shuffled through it. Seconds later he was pulling out a black fabric and a Tupperware and then running back to you.
At this point the entirety of the team was watching whatever shit Bokuto was onto now.
”I found your jacket!” He pushed the fabric towards you.
”Oh?” You accepted it, quite surprised, “I dunno how you found one of my things again but thank you… actually I dunno how I keep losing it,” you muttered under your breath.
”And this is for you!” He exclaimed once again, handing you the container in his hand.
”Huh… Another bento?” You asked peculiarly as you looked through the container before you sighed, “I thought we talked about this as well Bokuto-san? You can’t be giving me gifts all the time it’s not—”
”Professional! I know! But I didn’t make them for you this time! I made it for me and these are left overs!”
You sweat dropped at his explanation, “Bokuto-san that’s the same thing. I can’t accept this.” Suddenly Bokuto deflated, like he always did when you declined his gifts.
You then glanced behind him at Meian who just nodded his head towards Bokuto.
You sighed.
”Alright fine,” instantly he perked up, as you took the container, “But I’m telling you you can’t keep doing this. Now go practice, I’ll try to stop by later if I can.”
With that you were spinning around on your heel, heading out of the gymnasium with your sweater and the Tupperware in hand.
Behind you Bokuto stood proudly with his hands on his hips as if he accomplished something just now.
The rest of the team stared at the scene with quite exhausted faces. This kind of show was so typical now, it came as no surprise.
“How many days does that make now?” Atsumu scoffed, leaning back into his stretch once again.
“Fuck if I know anymore,” Sakusa grumbled back.
”HEY HEY HEYYY!”
“At least he’s in a good mood!” Hinata chirped as Bokuto ran at full speed towards them.
”Did’ya see that!? She accepted my gift!—“
”Bokuto!” Samson suddenly snapped, “Stop talking and start stretching!”
”Right!” He held a thumbs up at his coach, causing the older man to roll his eyes, before joining his teammates on the ground to stretch as well.
”She also hesitated before accepting it and told ya to stop again,” Atsumu said.
”Yeah but I think I’m making progress,” Bokuto grinned happily, “She’ll be my mate in no time!”
”It’s been nearly a year Bokuto,” Sakusa muttered.
”And how was that any different from what usually happens anyway?” Inunaki called out to them after overhearing the conversation.
”Because! That makes the 52nd time she’s accepted one of my gifts and only the 49th time she’s rejected it! And she didn’t give me penalties for hugging her this time.”
”Only?” Sakusa sweat dropped, honestly he envied how blissfully stupid Bokuto could be at times.
”If she hasn’t done anythin’ about ya courtin’ her then she doesn’t know yer courtin’ her!” Atsumu snapped in frustration, “Ignore yer stupid instincts for once and ask her out already!” Clearly he was the most annoyed with watching this show drag on for this long already. Yeah, maybe it was funny in the beginning but now Bokuto’s stupid Alpha behavior and your own obliviousness as a Beta was becoming painful to watch.
”Maybe Bokuto’s right!” Hinata butted in, “She seems to be a lot more accepting of his hugs now!”
”That’s cause she’s used to it,” Inunaki snickered. “Also whatever happened to the idea that Bokuto is also probably not her type?”
”Whaddya mean not her type? I’m everyone’s type!”
”Yeah I’m sure she likes you for your modesty,” Sakusa muttered sarcastically under his breath.
”Why wouldn’t I be her type?” Bokuto asked, seriously looking like he was trying to rack his brain for the answer.
”Well because, she’s so…” Inunaki trailed off, “Professional. And you’re…”
”You don’t think I’m professional enough for (Y/N)-chan?”
As if on cue, everyone snorted as if he just told a joke.
”You too Hinata?”
”I mean… (Y/N)-chan she’s… very…”
”Any day now,” Sakusa grumbled.
”Serious! That’s the word! She’s very serious about her job while you’re a lot more fun!”
Bokuto frowned as if he was offended, “You don’t think (Y/N)-chan is fun?”
”And you do?” Inunaki asked surprised. “None of us know anything about her. She doesn’t even go to the celebratory dinners or team bondings— we’ve never even seen her in her casual clothes.”
“That’s a good point,” Atsumu agreed, “She’s not on any social media either and she only ever talks to any of us when it has to do with volleyball— she’s like a fuckin’ NPC. Ya know nothin’ about the Beta, how’d she even manage to get ya wrapped around her finger like this?”
Bokuto stared at the gym floor and had that look in his eyes that his teammates knew too well at this point, “You’re wrong about her—“ he looked up at his teammates, “There’s more than that to Miss Manager! I know it— it’s like in her scent! And when I find out you’ll all see you were wrong!”
”So dramatic,” Sakusa said, “You keep saying this shit but she still doesn’t even know you’re interested in her.”
”Yeah, cause he won’t just fuckin’ ask her out!” Atsumu exclaimed.
”You say that now but just wait until she realizes what I did with her jacket!”
Atsumu looked at Bokuto in horror, “The fuck did ya do with her jacket?”
“I washed it with my laundry, scented it, and slept with it in my bed for a week!” He exclaimed proudly, Atsumu’s innuendo completely going over his head, “Now she’s bound to know I’ve been scenting her!”
The others, even Hinata, stared at Bokuto dumbfounded as they watched him close his eyes with a stupid grin on his face, clearly visualizing what he thought would be the moment you realized he scented you.
”I don’t know how many more times we have to say this to you,” Sakusa said, “But Beta noses don’t work that way. If anything she’s just gonna think her jacket smells like a man, I doubt she’s familiar with your specific scent at all considering she’s always around us when she does see you.”
Bokuto deflated.
”Ya know what will get her to finally notice ya?” Atsumu asked.
Bokuto perked up again.
”If ya just asked her out already!”
* * * *
You stalked into your office, the door slamming shut behind you.
You dropped the container Bokuto gave you onto your desk, placed the coffee cup down, draped your jacket behind your chair, dropped your bag onto the ground, and finally you sank into your seat with a sigh.
A smell wafted around your nose and you immediately knew it was your jacket as you sunk deeper into your seat.
It smelled like a fucking man.
”Seriously? Was it rolling around in the locker room or something?” You grumbled to yourself.
You still had an hour before your meeting with the CEO for Bouncing Ball.
Now you could go over some notes and brush up on anything you’ve might’ve forgotten but Kenma Kozume was probably the most laid back sponsor you’ve ever dealt with and you knew your extensive knowledge about his company and all your business dealings wasn’t as impressive as it was to most other CEO’s.
And also, you didn’t want to study anyway.
You glared daggers at the container which held the lunch Bokuto made. You already made your own lunch for the day so maybe you’d give to your sister when you got home.
You glared harder at the container. “Left overs my ass,” you grumbled. There looked to be three servings of food in there.
You didn’t know why Bokuto was so persistent when it came to giving you food but if he was this generous with you then you knew he was going to make some lucky Omega out there very happy.
“Lucky bitch,” you muttered just thinking about this metaphorical Omega. “… I wonder what Mochi is doing now?”
Before you knew it ten o’clock had rolled around and you found yourself entering the waiting room for your meeting with Kenma.
And just as you had expected, you weren’t accepted until a half hour later.
”Sorry I’m late,” Kenma muttered, clearly looking at whatever was on his computer screen than the zoom meeting. “I lost track of my stream.”
”No worries,” you hummed, “I was able to get some other work done in the meantime.”
”I’m gonna keep this brief,” more words that didn’t surprise you, “I wanted to talk to you about giving MSBY more money.”
You blinked in shock, back straightening up as you processed his words, “You want to give more, but you already give—“
”I know how much,” he hummed, “But I want to give more.”
”Oh well— thank you. Let me just grab my books and I’ll adjust a few things,” you said, immediately reaching for one of your binders that was placed neatly in your bottom drawer. “How much do you—“
”Double.”
Your jaw fell open briefly, but you quickly regained your composure, “Alright well— that’s- that’s great news. Amazing even. That’ll help pay for the repairs in the gym and then some. Thank you Kenma.”
”You’re welcome,” he hummed absentmindedly, “Tell Shouyou I said ‘Hi,’”
”Of course, as always,” you nodded, “Should I tell Bokuto you said hi as well?”
You could see a slight smirk on Kenma’s lips, “No.”
“Very well,” you snickered. Kenma didn’t seem like the type but you had come to realize he liked fucking with people sometimes.
”Feel free to tell Samson you negotiated for this deal.”
”I would if I could but everyone knows you don’t give anything to anyone unless you want to.”
He shrugged, “I suppose.”
”So was that the only matter you wanted to discuss for today?”
”Yeah. You have that meeting down with my advertisement team for the fifteenth right?”
You glanced down at your large desk calendar which as opposed to your agenda in your bag and your phone calendar only had your work schedule.
“Yup, right here. Will you be in attendance?”
”No, I trust you when it comes to dealing with them.”
You snickered once more, “Isn’t that supposed to be the other way around?”
Kenma glared sourly at his screen, “You would think but some of those guys are becoming more and more incompetent with each day.”
”Well then I’ll be looking forward to that meeting,” you joked, “But if that’s all, I’ll leave you be. And good luck with tonight’s stream.”
”Thanks. Don’t lead Bokuto on too much today—“
”Huh?—“
”Goodbye.”
He hung up.
”Fucking CEO’s,” you muttered under your breath.
* * * *
The day had progressed quite smoothly. You had managed to get everything with the sponsors clarified and confirmed. You scheduled all the interviews that needed scheduling and on top of that you were even able to smooth over some of the details concerning the press conference at the end of the month.
Practice had ended hours ago now, you knew because Bokuto tried sticking his nose in your business as usual before Meian forced him to go home so you could work.
But now you were finally finished and packing up for the day. You shoved everything you needed into your bag, even your blazer since you’d much rather wear your jacket in this weather. You inspected it further and it had looked clean, it just very obviously smelled like the volleyball players. You’d just throw it in the wash when you did laundry later that week.
You then shoved the bento in your bag as well before taking off for the night.
Your sister was already at your place. She had texted you around noon and had let herself in with the key you hid outside for her.
So really, you should have expected the impact when you were suddenly pinned to the ground the moment you stepped into your apartment.
”(Y/N)!!!” Your older sister had screeched above your face as your bag and its contents went flying across the room. The door was still wide open, letting the sunlight and cold air filter in over the two of you.
”You bitch!” You yelped back, before quickly flipping the two of you over so you had her pinned instead. She struggled under you but you had always been stronger than her. “You’re too old to still be greeting me like this!”
”I’m 26! Stop acting like I’m on my death bed!” She yelped, still struggling.
“Why haven’t you visited sooner! It’s been a year you whore!”
”Why haven’t you visited us back home! Sending checks every month to mom and dad doesn’t count as visiting!”
You glared at her.
Her hair was longer now and she of course still looked as beautiful as ever.
You loved her dearly but growing up in her shadow, the most popular and beautiful Omega girl in your high school with a scent that had literally pushed multiple Alphas into ruts and even made one pass out once… well it was difficult.
You remember a cruel joke about you back in high school about how your sister was the one that got confessed to by all the Alphas and how you were always the one that had to do the confessing.
But you haven’t internalized this at all.
Of course not.
Her hair fanned out behind her, her skin was bright and glowy, her canines which were sharper than most (and also made her look like a cute little kitten according to most Alphas) poked out from behind her giant smile.
But her face suddenly screwed up in surprise as all the joy disappeared from her features which were now overshadowed by a seriousness you weren’t used to seeing her wear.
”You smell like Alpha.”
You blinked at her owlishly. “Yeah I was at work all day dummy.”
”No, no.” She suddenly sat up, pushing you back to sit up as well. She leaned in and took a deep whiff of your jacket, “You like, reek of Alpha.”
”I kinda lost this jacket a week ago and I’m convinced it was rolling around in the gym,” you offered as some explanation to the smell.
”No you idiot,” she flicked your forehead, making you wince, “You smell like one singular Alpha— are you hiding something from me?” She suddenly accused.
You scoffed, a sudden heat crawling up your neck and face as you stood up abruptly, shut the door, and kicked your heels off.
”I have no idea what the hell you’re insinuating,” you grumbled, walking over to your bag and shoving everything back in, besides the bento which you left out to put in the kitchen.
Throwing your bag on your couch, you stalked into the kitchen with your sister hot on your heels causing her skirt to sway behind her.
”Are you seeing someone?”
You stopped short, and abruptly spun on your heel to face her to which she almost crashed into you. “That’s— that’s a completely r-ridiculous question!” You spluttered, face now on fire. “And if I was, you know I’d never keep it to myself!”
Your sister tapped her chin and looked up in thought, contemplating your statement, “Hmmm… that is true…. But I’m telling you little sis, you seriously stink of Alpha right now. Like so much it’s kind of ridiculous.”
”And I’m telling you it’s just cause it got lost in the gym—“
”Oh please, I’m not buying that. You know my sense of smell is much sharper than yours so you should just listen to me.”
You clenched your jaw and ignored your thundering heartbeat resonating in your ears, “Like… so… what exactly does it smell like then?” You tried to question nonchalantly, crossing your arms and busying your fingers with a strand of hair. The thought that some Alpha scented you, that someone was interested in you was flustering you in a way no romance movie ever could.
She grinned knowingly, “Well whoever it is, they’re strong as hell— I must say that that’s probably one of the strongest scents I’ve smelled, like Ushiwaka levels strong—“
“I told you to never say that name again,” you suddenly snapped to which she just waved off.
“Will you please get over that, you’re twenty fucking four now.” You clenched your jaw and pursed your lips, silently seething at your sister. “Anyways, whoever it is must have a big personality too, like I feel like his scent is giving your jacket more presence than both of ours put together— oooh what’s that!” She suddenly pointed at the bento box.
She always did have the attention span of a flee… especially when it came to food.
You looked down at the meal, “Oh, someone at work gave it to me today. You can have it if you want.” You then turned and opened your refrigerator to put it away.
”Hold up,” she grabbed your shoulder and forced you to face her again, “Someone at work? As in one of the million Alphas you work with?”
“Why do you and little sis both think I work with a million Alphas?” You rolled your eyes.
”Answer the question.”
”Yeah. It was one of them. So what? He said they were leftovers.”
”(Y/N),” she said your name seriously.
”What…?”
”That Alpha that gave you that. He’s courting you.”
You were pretty sure you stopped breathing at those words. You could practically hear the fax machine noises as you tried to comprehend the meaning of that statement.
”Bokuto-san… courting?” No. “Stop being stupid,” you hissed, slamming the refrigerator shut and stomping past her now.
He was just overly friendly with everyone. And someone like Bokuto with his big and shining personality, the kind of Alpha that made Omegas swoon when even getting a hint of whatever scent he had that your Beta nose couldn’t pick up (you’ve even witnessed it). Someone that strong and powerful would want an Omega. You’ve even heard from his teammates that he purely ran on instinct— why would his instinct tell him to court a Beta.
”I don’t know who this Bokuto is but I’m telling you he’s courting you.”
”He isn’t,” you hissed with finality. Your sister immediately straightened up. It was an underhanded trick but you realized long ago that Omegas would even listen to Betas with the right tone. “Drop the subject because you’re starting to piss me off. Alphas like him don’t like people like me alright? Now I’m going to get changed, we’re gonna watch movies together, and then I’m gonna drag your ass to take my Pilates class with me. Understood?”
There was a sour look on her face but she nodded, “… yeah, alright.” You walked upstairs, ignoring her when you overheard her muttering, “I don’t see why I need to take your dumb class with you though…”
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Part 2
