Scents - A Shinkami Omegaverse AU

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At precisely 7:32 PM of the same day, just as Denki was leaving, Shinsou jogged into the boy's sightline and Kaminari did a double-take.

"Shinsou!" Denki waved from his car with a smile. The omega was out of uniform, dressed in a pair of high-waisted jean shorts and an oversized sweater with a simple decal of a kitten face on it tucked neatly into the jeans, one of his favorite outfits. He wore white knee-highs that he felt showed off his legs, and he was not entirely prepared for Shinsou to see him in them. Denki saw Shinsou look back at him, confused, and then recognition registered on the alpha's face as he changed paths and jogged back to Denki.

When he reached Kaminari, Hitoshi was panting. "Am... I too late?" He asked, looking down at Denki.

"Oh, for your coffee?" asked the shorter boy, kind of half-hoping he'd catch Shinsou looking at his legs.

Shinsou was looking everywhere except Denki's legs, which Denki took to be a very good sign. "Uh, yeah. I took suppressants so I could- uh- get coffee."

"Too late, I guess," Denki said, leaning on his car and emphasizing just how long his legs were.

Shinsou went a shade redder, still keeping his eyes directly above shoulder level. "Oh, then... should I go?"

"Actually!" Denki started, folding one leg over the other as he balanced against the car, loving Hitoshi's response: he'd stopped looking at Denki altogether, staring pointedly at the car behind him, his face almost tomato-red. "I was wondering-" Kaminari hesitated, blushing quite a bit. He pushed his lightning-patterned locks behind his ear. "I was wondering if I could maybe get your number so that what happens this morning won't happen again?"

"Oh! Oh, sure." Hitoshi nodded, taking the phone that Denki offered him. "It's uh..." He started typing, then stopped. "Can you..." he gestured in the general area of Denki's bottom half. "It's really distracting, um-"

Denki went a bright red. "Uh- yeah, sorry-" He sat down in his car's passenger seat, folding his legs underneath him. Of course, he hadn't really considered what might happen if Shinsou did notice his specific pose.

Hitoshi input his number, still really pink. "Not that- not that it was a bad sight or anything- I just-" He covered his face. "I'm botching this, aren't I? I'm just gonna-" he handed the phone back to Denki. "I'm gonna go."

Denki giggled. "I'll text you," he called, reveling in the fact that he could text Shinsou.

When Shinsou received a text from an unknown number, he immediately broke into a wide smile.

The alpha was at home, lying on his back on his bed with his phone held high over his face, waiting for a text from Denki. He'd given himself a time limit: if Denki doesn't text you within the next fifteen minutes, you are far, far in the creepy-stranger, Stockholm-syndrome zone.

Thankfully, he'd gotten the text only five minutes after he'd set the timer on his phone.

Hey stranger ;), the text read, and Shinsou got so excited (mentally and in other places) that he dropped the phone on his face.

Once he'd collected himself, Shinsou read through the texts, replied, and fondly saved the number as "Kitten /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\," drawing from his dream for inspiration.

Hey stranger ;)

This is Denks :D

I know no Denks