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The duo had stayed in Daisuke’s room for another couple hours, snacking on Haru’s rice balls as they spoke or enjoyed the silence.
They had Haru stay over at the mansion that night because Suzue didn't want the Alpha to drive off at such a late time when they both had work in the morning. Haru had already been at the house anyway, so why not sleep over?
Both men refused to think about the actual reasoning why she had decided to let him stay the night and just took it.
Of course, he'd refused, but Daisuke did a thing , that sneaky Omega. He had somehow gotten the idea that the Alpha would agree if he tilted his head a little to the side, blinked a couple times - it wasn't in innocence, no, that blink was sly - and said, "You said you liked seeing me happy, yes? You staying here would make me happy, Haru."
He never stood a chance.
And so he stayed the night. Like the time when his partner had stayed over in his apartment, Haru hadn't brought overnight clothes. Daisuke may have broader shoulders than Haru, but his shirt would be much too short to fit him and his pants would expose skin high enough to reach just before his calves. Thus he had to borrow clean night clothes from Hattori, the nice Beta butler who usually spends his time in the garden or around Kikuko Kambe. Seeing Daisuke so amused by the turn of events was sort of embarrassing, but he got a kiss on the cheek goodnight, so maybe he still won this.
The next morning, Haru had seen Daisuke at breakfast, which the Kambes had insisted he stayed for, before he went to go and get ready for work. Haru himself was all dressed and ready to go, but it appeared Daisuke ate in his pajamas and showered afterwards.
He'd cackled, "Daisuke, you have bed head!" It's true. The normally straight style of his pitch black hair - when it's not in its usual slicked back style - was sticking up in a few areas. It wasn't a huge mess, but seeing Daisuke look so tousled in the morning was endearing and just so funny. How does one have such a commanding aura yet look so harmless at the same time?
Daisuke just scowled sleepily at him, then attempted to fix it himself, but Haru had shook his head - since he thought that it would be rude to just get up and fix Daisuke's hair at the table - then said with an affectionate smile, "Don't. It's cute."
All the while, some present staff watched in awe and his sister and grandmother in fondness as he sighed and left the hair tufts alone, eating to ignore the stares he felt and the light pink coming to his cheeks after what Haru had said. Haru, too, had to turn away when the attention had come to him, blushing from his own words.
After that, Daisuke had left to go get ready, but before Haru left he'd made sure to thrust his blazer into the hands of the Alpha with the stern order of," Scent," then all but stole his signature jacket before going to his bath.
Haru is still bewildered, even now as he sits at his desk in the office. Daisuke had said, "Scent," like he wanted him to scent it? Like actually scent his clothes? There is literally no other definition for it, no other way it can be interpreted, yet the Alpha's incredibly nervous. Did he do what Daisuke wanted, or was there a double meaning in there somewhere? Because if that's what he wanted, he definitely did it.
One hundred percent, as soon as he'd stepped into his car and drove off, Haru had rubbed his scent everywhere on the black jacket, not just using his wrist glands either, but his neck ones too, which is clearly much more intimate than using your wrists. He had no mercy in doing so, no regrets, but now he’s wondering if it was overkill. After the Secret Santa, he doesn’t even want to know how Kamei would react to his actual attempt in scenting. He’d probably roll over and die, or be so dramatic Haru would actually have to kill him this time.
He’s also horribly light-headed. Probably because he's just so eager. The thought of Daisuke in a jacket of his own scent makes him feel about 10 different emotions at the same time; they swirl in his heart and in his head and threaten to take him over if he doesn't submit. God, is the thought intoxicating.
The Omega could wear his jacket! Or his hoodie again, Haru definitely doesn't mind. Maybe he'd ask for him to scent all of his clothes. Scenting is the best way to know that one's courting, after all-
His phone buzzes in his pants pocket. Haru jolts up from his thoughts immediately at the sensation and noise and takes the device in his hands. When he turns it on, he finds that it’s from Daisuke and has to ignore the stupidly affectionate feeling in his stomach as he realizes it. Geez, when had that started?
I have arrived at the office. Am I correct to assume my blazer is in your locker? he reads silently, then smiles because Daisuke knows him a lot more than many others. It's true. He did leave the blazer in his own locker since he didn't want Kamei's loud complaints ringing in his ears.
It should be in there, he sends back. There is no reply to that. Haru doesn't need one to know that he'll probably use his AI to find the code into it.
A few minutes later, Daisuke opens the door and steps into the room. The members of the MCPTF greet him and turn back to what they were doing prior. The members, of course, except for Haru, who watches as Daisuke walks up to him, adorning his typical black blazer and holding Haru's beige jacket neatly in his arms. So he'd been right, then. HEUSC had helped him gain access into his locker, which the Alpha should be more upset about than he actually is.
As soon as he walks behind Kamei, however, the young Alpha skids back in his chair and makes a choked sound. "Haru! What did you do?!" he shouts after almost colliding with the table in the break-room section of the office.
"What?" The Alpha in question exclaims incredulously.
"Your scent is everywhere, again! " He sniffs around suspiciously, then narrows his eyes when they reach Daisuke. "And how did you manage to get it all over Kambe? "
Oh. Well, shit. He'd actually expected a reaction like this from Kamei, but now that he’s in the situation he has hardly any idea what to say.
"S-Shut up!" he yells, blushing like a mad man despite trying not too. Daisuke rolls his eyes at their antics and just plops the beige jacket down on top of Haru's head, who stops right then and there.
This scent… he thinks, trailing off. It's nice...
Carefully, Haru removes his jacket from the top of his head. He doesn't blow up at Daisuke like the others may expect. No, he just takes the jacket from his head and inspects it as if he were looking for stains. "Did you...use some kind of fabric softener on it…?" he asks slowly, entranced. He looks up at the standing man, who's pointedly looking away from him at the moment, and looks back at the jacket for another moment, narrowing his eyes at it. He's missing something here.
And suddenly, Haru gets it.
" EEH?! " he exclaims, staring bug-eyed and hardly blinking at his partner, who once again looks annoyed (embarrassed) and has a rosy tint to his cheeks. "This scent. It's - oh my God - it's you isn't it?"
Daisuke gives a tiny nod, looking pointedly away, and Haru's face lights up in red like a wildfire. Without looking at the Omega, he pulls on his jacket. It smells like a damn dream and calms his nerves almost immediately in a way that resembles Saeki's effect when she's happy. He directs a small smile to his partner ( mate-to-be , the Alpha in him growls, to which he politely tells to be quiet). Daisuke rolls his eyes, but even Kamei would be able to see it's half-hearted and incredibly fond.
It appears that no one notices for a short moment, just a few minutes of calm before the storm. Daisuke has already gone back to his seat, starting to work (have HEUSC work) after taking his jacket back. Haru has done the same. Kamei has shut up about Haru's strong scent, even. The office is quiet.
Then, Saeki sniffs silently at the wandering scent of cinnamon dark chocolate in the air. Briefly, she has to wonder if someone has a cookie, but after another ten minutes the aroma doesn't leave. She puts it together that it's a scent.
But whose scent? she wonders, looking around from the booths on the other side of the office. None of the Alphas have this scent, none of the Betas do either - not that it's impossible for one of those subgenders to have a scent like this, it just smells incredibly Omega. Oh. Kambe!
The pinkette cheers herself on once she's able to put it all together. The scent of cinnamon and dark chocolate is Kambe's! It all works out-
"Wait!" Saeki shouts suddenly, standing up. Her sweetened coffee nearly sloshes over her clothes when she does, but by someone's miracle it doesn't. "Kambe! You're not wearing scent-blockers today?"
Everyone's attention, who was previously on her, then turns to Daisuke in shock.
"No," he says simply, his tone deep and clear, eyes covered by black sunglasses. He's more than likely fiddling with HEUSC, as he has his short, black gloves over his deft fingers. Haru wonders how he can stand then ogling at him for even a second.
Saeki coos loudly. "You smell so nice! Like the cinnamon chocolate cake they have at my favorite café!"
Kamei, on the other hand, makes another astute observation. He sniffs around, then slowly, oh so very slowly , turns to Haru, a horrified expression all over his face. Haru can only wonder what concoction he's cooked up in that brain of his before he yells, "Y-you...you smell just like him! And he smells just like you! Wait - are you guys courting? " Yumoto then chokes on saliva when he takes in a sharp inhale in surprise.
Haru is frozen. He's wide-eyed and has a gaping mouth from how quickly everything just occurred. There's an answer, of course, but that doesn't mean that he wants to give it to this room of nosy coworkers-
"Yes," Daisuke replies, swiping at the space before him. The others may not be able to tell, but he has a tiny smirk on that pale face of his, like he's amused. Haru glares, because Daisuke knows that the Alpha's really the one who has to deal with all of them, Daisuke can just sit down and ignore all the questions he doesn't care to answer and they won't bat an eye. Naturally, they go to Haru.
Saeki squeals. Chief Kiyomizu claps in joy. Chosuke smiles and shakes his head, mumbling about how quick "young love" is to develop and such. Kamei then groans and Yumoto shakes his head, because the other Omega of the MCPTF is looking at them with a glint in her eye, whispering only tales of the mountains of sweets they owe her. This doesn't escape either Haru or Daisuke, the former of which pinching the bridge of his nose as a headache threatens to move in.
"Everyone, get back to work," he groans, face red. He would like to be more upset and yell at them, but the scent sticking to his beige jacket serves as a relaxant, which absolutely doesn't help him gather the rage needed to reprimand them.
It takes another ten minutes for them to gather themselves. They are definitely not over he and Daisuke's courting - Kiyomizu wants everyone to go out for a round tonight as congratulations - but they're quiet for now.
Haru will take what he can get.
Surreptitiously, he sneaks a glance over in Daisuke's direction from the corner of his eye. He can't help but feel a rush of pride when he sees his partner and smiles at it.
It was a ride to get where they are now, a bumpy road full of cracks, gravel, and potholes, but it's not one that Haru particularly regrets taking; and he knows that Daisuke feels the same, especially when he doesn't miss the deep breath the raven takes in like a sigh - Haru knows that there's a different reason entirely.