𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 l h.shoyo

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 34

; - rumbling thoughts

...

well, things did not go straight as hinata would expected this morning. everything in his eyes, surrounded by scattered and messy things that clearly made his headache worsen.

add up the fact that he's alone in bed, kenma must've woke early and went back to his quarters.

he felt like a girl, left alone just for a one night stand just like in movies. he knew himself that upon on befriending many alphas will cause him death, caused by pleasure, he guess.

the neglect, tolerance, and all.

what else more to that?

tsukishima neglected the thought of being him a boy, hinata tolerated all the acts by simply acting so innocent, and all these obvious things that gave him many opportunities.

he can easily lure an alpha to rut, it was simple. however, he did not like the thought of it. it was unfair, especially for a boy like him.

he was not a girl.

he ruffles his strands of oranged hair off his eyes and stood up naked, sore on the hole, and painful marks that was left yesterday's night.

as he looks down on his wrist, a tattooed-like of a quote appeared.

saying;

thee is bound for everyone
though is except for one;
one that lifts you,
another that scares thou.

more letters are on the lines but it was blurred and scattered, as if it was an ink smudged messily.

the reason why society calls the name of their alternated kinds is that once they have found their pair for their future, a person can now visibly see a verse in their possible skins that can be seen by their eye.

which called it, verse; like quotes, they are similar to how verses are made.

hinata felt scared, he knew what this is. especially at a young age and within his first year of being a high schooler, his actual verse appeared on his wrist.

meaning that, he might have found his soulmates already. but is that possible? though, his verse is not even verified by a doctor.

he, had no doubt, that he is indeed a fullversed omega but why? back in his childhood memories when he was 6, tested to what his verse is. it came out fine, a beta.

one that couldn't be in heat or rut, one that can only smell faint scents, and one that mostly fills up the population of the world.

his family were both betas and hiding the truth to them might be bad, however, if their teacher discusses on what to do. you would simply follow the instructions and do nothing about it, that is until you are bored.

“shoyo,” a strong yet smooth voice approached behind to where the door is. “morning breakfast is ready.” he said, walking away afterwards.

hinata sighed as he thinks about it all.

he needed to put a stop to this, he doesn't need more alphas yet he was destined to be with whoever he can meet and greet through volleyball.

he assumed that by stopping to play volleyball would be easy but, it really wasn't.

avoid all the boys? he can't, it's impossible to do it.

especially when he has nose to sniff and smell on.

hinata needed a break, he was still minor yet he felt bad. it felt bad. but rather than feeling worst, feeling guilty, and feeling trash.

he was rather proud that he can take many boys and roll them around through his fingers, but he also felt bad about his reputation.

just earlier, he seemed exhausted by the problem of his actual verse. now, he's thinking of escaping to those alphas who have met him.

he was pretty sure that they all love him, not because of he was him but only because of his own scent.

it made them crazy.

it made them thirsty for him.

and that's not hinata would proudly be like of.

he want to do something for them, to accept who truly he is not for his scent, body, and feminine faces.

it made him seemed like he was powerless.

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note:
i've been thinking lately
that maybe i should publish
this story in a formal form,,
but idk, let's just see lmao