he stares at the tiled floor as he speeds to his classroom, doing his best to ignore the jeers and sneers from the people at his school.
"god, why can't takemichi just die? mikey would be better off without him," the young boy hears just before he enters his classroom. he pauses as a small burst of adrenaline forms in the core of his stomach. who would he be if he let them speak to him like this? but just as quickly as it arrives... it's gone, replaced by fear as the scent of an angry alpha wafts into his nose.
takemichi sighed and slid his classroom door open.
bowing softly, the young boy greets his class, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiles. though, when he looks up, everyone is staring at him like a curse, a nuisance, a disease, and Takemichi isn't quite sure how to process that.
It's not an unusual occurrence, however, but takemichi has never gotten used to the bullying that he became subjected to since he'd been accused of cheating.
mikey, oh mikey, takemichi's mate. like every cliche story, he's most popular boy in school, head of a gang and so much more.
he and mikey were and are different in so many ways, but maybe that's exactly what brought them together, and as someone once said: opposites attract. mikey, takemichi thinks, is truly magnificent, and sometimes, takemichi doesn't know what he did to deserve such a lovely boyfriend.
unlike takemichi's self, mikey is extremely confident, he holds his head up like he's the king of the world — takemichi thinks he might be — and walks the school halls as he owns them. while takemichi is the type to cower at any slight form of confrontation.
that is what brought them together in the first place, the young blonde remembers it like it was yesterday. they met in May, as the summer heat was reaching its peak.
"hanagaki, you're an omega, right? you wanna have some fun with me?" an older man asks takemichi.
the smaller male looks up from his seat at the table where he's surrounded by his school friends. he furrows his eyebrows and turns to the side, meeting the eyes of a familiar foe standing beside him. "oh, Hanma.." is all the takemichi can get himself to reply with as brown eyes bore into blue.
