Phil's Kitten (Phan A/B/O)

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Dan sighs, shoving his pastel pink earbuds in his ears and whipping out his iPhone with a cute Hello Kitty case. He blasts Melanie Martinez in his ears as he adjusts his navy blue uniform.

Today's the day. Dan, an omega, is becoming the "straight Christian boy" that his mom wants him to be.

He's never been to a school before, let alone an all boy's Catholic school. It's all so new to him and so scary. Especially because he has a dirty little secret that, if anyone found out, would end his reputation.

Dan Howell is gay.

He's a flaming homosexual. He likes cock. He's an omega. And to top it all off, his guilty pleasure is pastel cutesy things.

Dan loves light pink and blue and everything soft. He wears panties under his jeans whenever he gets the chance, and his mom has no idea. He's lucky to get to do his own wash.

Welp, Dan thinks, It's the last year of high school. I won't have to be here for long.

He steps inside the building and walks to the principals office as he was instructed. He opens the door slowly and the man turns around.

"Ah, hello Daniel. I see you found your way here," The principal says with a straight face, "This is PJ. He'll be showing you around."

That's when Dan notices the boy with brown hair standing casually in the corner. This guy, apparently named PJ, waves at Dan with a small smile, to which he returns hesitantly. He gives off omega vibes, so Dan likes him already.

"Hey Daniel!" PJ says, walking over to him. "Welcome to Truth Bombs High School."

He holds up his hand for a high-five and the principal clears his throat. "No touching is allowed."

"Sorry, Mr. Deyes..." PJ whispers. "Let's go then? I should, um, show him where each hall is."

Mr. Deyes nods and Dan notices his sharp jawline and well-trimmed stubble. His accent is thick as well.

The two boys go in the hall and PJ gives him the tour.

"So this is the gym! There's only one locker room, for obvious reasons, so it's pretty big. There's a lot of sweaty dudes in there at one time." PJ crinkles his nose at the thought and Dan's heartrate speeds up.

Fuck. He'll be surrounded by dozens of shirtless, sweaty boys after every gym class, their pecs and abs glistening and on display for him to gawk at as much as he desires. How will he contain himself? He might just go into heat at the thought!

And oh God they might wear briefs and then Dan will see the outline of their —

"Helloooo? Earth to Daniel!!""

He blinks out of his daze to see PJ waving his hand in his face. "Oh, sorry. I got distracted. Also, you can just call me Dan."

"Okay, Dan!" PJ says with a wide smile.

He continues to show Dan around, even showing him where each of his classes are and giving him tips on how to do certain things.

When Dan tells him his locker number and they make their way there PJ gasps. "You're so close to mine dude!"

Dan smiles at his excitement. "Cool," He says shyly, "Oh, by the way, where is everyone else?"

Suddenly, the bell rings and a bunch of boys, all wearing the same uniform as Dan, file out of nearby classrooms. They fill up the hallways like a clogged sink.

Dan starts getting anxious. He hates crowds and this is all too much at once. He stands next to his locker and puts his stuff away as a distraction from all the other loud boys (probably alphas) next to him at their own lockers.

They all shout and talk to each other loudly and Dan tries to block them out until a large pale hand pushes his shoulder and he falls sideways into a jock. The guy that he falls into groans and pushes him away so he falls on his ass on the cold floor.

Dan looks up at the person who shoved him in the first place — A tall, pale man with raven black hair and a plethora of piercings on his stoic face. The energy he gives off screams alpha. He looks pissed and Dan might just piss himself in a minute.

"Did you not hear me?" The guy growls, making everyone stop talking and look over. "I told you to get the fuck outta my way and you didn't even look." He laughs dryly. "That's what you get for getting in my way, loser."

Dan struggles to get on his feet as soon as he feels the tears in his eyes. He runs down the hall. Everyone is silent behind him except for a familiar voice.... Is that.... PJ?

"You're an asshole, Phil! Don't fucking touch him!" PJ yells and that's the last thing he hears before he slips into the bathroom, sitting in a stall to cry.