A Mess of Magic and Mates

Chapter 2

Meanwhile, outside the locked, thick, warded oakwood doors to the mage workshop, three creatures stood, hopping anxiously from foot to foot.

"I'm so stupid, I didnt mean to scare him off like that I swear!" Iwaizumi Hajime was unusually emotional, nothing like the domineering werewolf everyone knew and loved as he paced in his denim and plaid. But mates could do that to you.

"It's okay, Haji. We all scared him off." Next to him was Sakusa Kiyomi, in the vampire gold and black colours. He was hugging Atsumu who was fiddling with his hair, adorned in a white loose shirt and shorts, like most of the mer.

"I just hope he doesn't hate us."

"I don't."

They spun, and gulped almost immediately. Their mate was, well. He was looking rather attractive, arms crossed and eyes rimmed in gold.

"Hate you, I mean. Honestly I don't think I could." He motioned towards his head saying, "your sad feelings would clog up my mind and drive me crazy." He looked at all of them then, and Oikawa squealed internally at how cute his mates were.

Not before snapping himself out of it, and reminding himself to play it cool, because accepting them right away would do no good. They had to at least work for it, though they would have no trouble in the looks and physical department.

Maybe aftercare though.

Kusa stepped forward, and Oikawa decided to accept the nickname as a sort of reward for his performance. He let go of the mer, or Atsumu.

"Listen, Tooru." Oikawa shivered at the way the vampire said his name. It felt so... intimate. "We are really sorry for what we did last night. Pretty much all of us were drunk, and we have been sensing you for a while, so when you were drunk and came to us instead, things got out of control. We would never take a choice away from our mate. I just hope you can forgive us."

Oikawa smiled a little. Sure, these three were assholes for what they did, but he found himself with less and less reasons to prove that theory. Doesn't mean he wasn't still hungover, cranky and feeling petty. "Aww, you came to apologise!" He pressed his hands to his chest in a show of mock appreciation. "That's nice, thoughtful. It's a bit late to start now though."

Atsumu looked between the two more dominant people in this relationship, and marvelled at how they were handling this attitude. If he spoke to them like that, he'd be limping for ages.

Atsumu was very on the mark, a prick of annoyance was evident on the vampires' and werewolf's forehead.

"Listen, Oikawa. We have apologised and would like to start fresh. We came here to maybe spend some time with you, see if we could make it right. Due to the faculty and student hangovers class has been called off for today. Is there anything we can do?" Iwaizumi was trying to be as diplomatic as possible. Besides, his mate had the right to be angry.

Tooru sighed, looked away. "Sure. We could use some extra hands in the workshop this morning. It is project season after all."

He stepped through them, his cloak brushing against the boys slightly and sending thrills up their spine. Oikawa touched the back of his neck where a permanent glowing birthmark was, his connection to magic. His fingers glowed, and he pressed them to the door, the oak giving way and slowly swinging open as the wards unlocked.

"That's a pretty cool lock," admired Atsumu. Oikawa spoke as he drew a shielding sigil in case anything was going to blow up in their face when he opened the doors."It's connected to the mages of the school, and their mates in case they are in danger." He looked at them. "So if someone ever blows up the workshop, or accidentally summons a demon, you all can walk in no problem."