That Hotheaded Omega - Mafuyama

peach sweater

An instant whiff of Mafuyu's unique and husky scent from the sweater brushed under Ritsuka's nose. And oh god, the omega's pheromones were all over the place.

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The sound of a particular electric fan flooded into the room's silence in the Uenoyama residence. Nothing but the whirring beats of electricity-produced wind could overpower the volume of Ritsuka's feeble whimpers and hot breaths.

He looked utterly messed up in the far corner of his bed. Hair sticking out in different directions, and his bare body was burning up. Heck, you can even bet that frying an egg on his skin was achievable.

Well, maybe.

His face remained red and flushed the entire time, and at this point, Heinz Ketchup can sponsor him already.

Thirty minutes ago, once Ritsuka reached the smooth wooden floors at home, of course, going straight to his room and into bed where he can freely let out his nerves and scent was the first thing that came to mind. Earlier this afternoon, it was the last place he wanted to be. Now here he was, clutching onto his pillow and not having a single desire to move.

He hated this feeling. How could he not anyway? He never had the thought of going into heat nor present his secondary gender in front of anyone. Especially his friends. Most importantly, Mafuyu. The boyfriend who turned out to be an alpha and the one to heighten Ritsuka's nervousness. But at the same time, the blue-eyed teen didn't expect to be an omega out of all three dynamics. He was more convinced that he would end up as an apathetic beta, and maybe the idea of being an alpha would slip in here and there. An apathetic alpha, maybe?

Shaking off the flashback of events that happened the past hour and snapped back to the present, the omega stifled a mix of tiny groans and whines at the uncomfortable feeling in his lower half. It gradually aroused him as he felt the surreal amount of slick he was producing. Ritsuka could smell the sweetness of it but couldn't correctly process the fact that it was coming from him.

He currently had the powerful urge to remove his undergarment, the only article of clothing that covered his lower region. It was getting tight and unbreathable. He was still wearing his black shirt from this afternoon because he disliked being shirtless unless he was taking a shower.

Right when Ritsuka was about to remove the tight piece of fabric, Yayoi slowly unlocked the door to his room and quietly came in, first attacked by the floral fragrance of lavender and the burning mixture of condensed milk and pink sugar. "Dammit! Why the hell do you have to smell like an entire ass Bath & Body Works?!" she internally yelled.

Trying not to inhale so much of it, Yayoi attempted to get her brother's attention. "Rikka, how are you handling?" she asked.

To Ritsuka, that was the dumbest question he has ever heard. At the same time, he knew that it was just his older sister making sure he was alright. The younger tried to say "not good" but replaced those words with a pitiful growl.

To Yayoi's surprise, that was the first time he ever growled. Unfortunately, his first was sad, unpleasant, and clearly represented Ritsuka's condition.

Yayoi's natural impulses of a caring sibling and a beta kicked in. The older knew that she wouldn't understand what her little brother was going through. Such taxing torture towards an omega's body and mind displeased her, so she didn't hesitate to increase the strength of her scent in hopes of it having any benefit. Ritsuka enjoyed the relaxing smell of his sister in general. It made him feel safe, as well as calm any nerves down during stressful situations.