A Mess of Magic and Mates

Chapter 1

Oikawa hummed dazedly to himself as he peered out the tinted window of the mage workshop that was housed at the very top of the Western Tower. Which had a clear view of the mers beach, warded to look like a rocky landscape to any humans who get too close, and make the mers look like seals within the reaches of the magic.

The workshop was covered in weird machina and blue sigils and wards to prevent explosions, or at least contain them. The tower was isolated, the work tables were spaced far apart and the height of the structure provided time for the winged denizens of the school to swoop in and save their precious mages should they be flung out a window.

But pondering the functions of the tower was not why Oikawa was here, sitting on the window seat with glossed eyes.

He had been given an ultimatum, a project by his Professor.

The others on his research team were not pleased to say the least, Kuroo and Tsukki had many things to say about it. Good, bad? Kinda a mix, actually. The mages had been given leave from their classes to work on the project, and had full teacher support. But that was simply because what was asked was impossible.

A pair of rings, Takeda had said. Small enough to hold in the palm of your hand, will not break when thrown against walls with the utmost force. They had nodded, thinking this was simple enough. A little strange but sure. But he was not finished. The rings, he continued, must contain a magic. Healing, pure, destructive, but one that can be detonated at will, using one's mind. Like a magic hand grenade.

The boys had been slack-jawed, glancing questioningly at each other and their teacher. He smiled, before disappearing within a blue mist.

That was this morning. In fact, that same teacher was said to make other crazy requests to other groups of mages, claiming he wanted them to realise their potential.

Multiple students were seen outside the therapist's office not long after.

Oikawa groaned as his next problem surfaced in his mind.

Namely, his three mates.

Now usually vampires, werewolves, faeries, sirens and the like mate with their own kind, or each other. It was incredibly common for the long-lived beings to have open relationships or multiple soulmates, 'mates' the slang term was. However, since the founding of Haikyuu Highschool for the Normally Challenged, it was discovered that mages were incredibly compatible with the supernaturals. Mages are those with pure magic flowing through their veins that they harness with sigils and spells, which they can turn into almost anything they want.

The pure, undiluted magic flowing through mages had attracted many creatures and mate bonds, their presence creating the links through the unpredictable will of magic. Now there were barely any mages that had not been claimed by anywhere between one to four supernaturals.

And, it seems Oikawa is soon to join the ranks.

To be clear, he already has. But he doesnt think it really counts, because he didn't exactly remember when he got marked?

He got drunk last night. Some asshole thought it would be funny to spike the mages' food with some very specific weed plant that had only the poor magicians giggly and high, while the drinks were switched with some faerie wine.

So, he supposed everyone was a little drunk.

Long story short, Oikawa started up at the cafeteria with the rest of his cohort, but did not finish there. He woke up in an unfamiliar dorm room, the morning sun peeking through the windows, rubbing his eyes and groaning at the ache in his muscles. Low and behold, he rolls over and comes face-to-face with a sleeping werewolf. His hair fell loosely over one eye, and from what Oikawa could see, he had.. Well.