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Sugawara felt warm and safe wrapped up in his mate Daichi's arms. The two were sleeping soundly in their apartment, the only sounds being made were their breathing and the gentle hum of a small fan. Sugawara hummed in his slumber, causing his alpha to hug him tighter. Their duvet had been nearly pushed off the bed, the two men getting warm from the summer heat. Any outsider would conclude that they were happy together, that they were in love. That they were content.

It was on this late Friday night, or, rather, early Saturday morning, that changed the two men's lives forever.

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Sugawara felt fingertips brush the back of his head. He nuzzled into the touch, sensing his alpha's presence. The comforting aroma of coffee beans surrounded him, causing his mind to go fuzzy.

"Koushi, I'm heading out-I left some tea for you. I'll be home at three." Daichi said, almost in a whisper. He kissed the nape of his omega's neck, where, four years prior, he had bitten and cemented their bond. He then scented Sugawara's neck, so the omega wouldn't be upset when he woke up. Daichi smiled fondly at the memory of their bonding as he slipped out of the bedroom, not wanting to agitate up his sleepy mate. He grabbed his keys and exited their apartment, heading for his job at the police station.

Not long after Daichi left, Sugawara began to stir. Being an elementary school teacher, he had to wake up early on the weekdays. He treasured sleeping in on Saturday and Sunday morning.

He rolled onto Daichi's side of the bed, inhaling his mate's strong coffee scent. Sugawara instantly felt calmer, and the thought of getting out of bed and starting the day had dramatically worsened. Nevertheless, Sugawara remembered the pile of reading projects he had to grade and dragged himself out of the comforting aroma of his alpha's scent. The omega stood in front of his closet, settling on one of Daichi's tee shirts and boxers. He wasn't going anywhere, after all.

The silver-haired man plodded into the kitchen where he saw a cup of still-warm tea and scrambled eggs. His stomach growled when he smelled the food; Sugawara hadn't realized how hungry he was. Gathering his dishes, he sat at their small kitchen table and grabbed a few of the reading projects. Might as well grade while I eat, he thought.

Sugawara took a sip of the tea and let it awaken his body and mind. He read a charming report on "The Giving Tree" as he took a bite of the scrambled eggs. He smiled, his heartwarming at the fact that his alpha still remembered his favorite breakfast food after so many years.

The omega suddenly frowned. The eggs didn't seem to go down right, as his stomach was suddenly churning. He was confused he ate them almost every morning. Sugawara didn't have much time to contemplate, however, as his stomach abruptly lurched and he found himself stumbling to the small bathroom. He fumbled with the doorknob and promptly began to empty the contents of his stomach into the toilet. Heaving, Sugawara reached for a towel to wipe his face off. After sitting on the cool bathroom floor and breathing slowly for a few minutes, he stood shakily and headed back to the kitchen for a glass of water.

He decided to lay on the couch once he had some water in his system. Sugawara had checked his temperature-no fever. His pulse was normal, he didn't look all that sick, and the nausea was quickly subsiding. He pulled out his phone, doing something he had vowed to stop doing so many times.

He began to Google his symptoms.

"Why am I throwing up so randomly?" He asked aloud, typing quickly. He read the results while rubbing his stomach, praying the nausea would stay at bay. The omega's eyes widened as he read more and more, aligning his symptoms with a worthy cause.

Sugawara suddenly felt panicky-if he was right about his symptoms, his world was about to change. Not just his, his mates'. His friends'.

Pondering this newfound life-altering scenario, Sugawara decided to call someone. He needed help, and he knew that being alone wouldn't do him any good. He placed his cell phone to his ear, hearing it ring a couple of times before a comforting voice answered.

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