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Takemichi had never been particularly good at the whole ‘being an omega’ thing. He had grown up an omega his entire life so he was at least used to it, even though he wasn’t the best at interacting with alphas or getting around pack dynamics. But when it came to dealing with heats and omega functions, that was an area he was well versed in, unlike the rest of Toman, a gang full of alphas that mostly hadn’t presented until recently.
That was why he didn’t have any issues coming to Toman gatherings during his heats with nothing except heat suppressors to tamper the effects and scent patches that didn’t always work, much to the detriment of the other members.
Takemichi’s heats weren’t terrible. Unlike many other omegas who were bedridden and in constant agony during their heats, he was mostly fine after taking suppressants. The most potent sign of his heat other than his pheromones becoming more potent were the way his chest would swell to the point it looked like he had boobs. He had tried everything to hide it but he had always been too shy to wear a bra like a girl so he stuck to wearing hoodies over his school uniform in hopes it would be enough.
It wasn’t.
“Nice tits.” The alpha in front of him leered, eyeing Takemichi’s body.
Takemichi was pinned against the wall. He had just been trying to carry dressmaking supplies to the home econ club room for Mitsuya but on the way there, he had found himself being grabbed and pressed against the wall by an unknown older alpha that was about twice his height and thrice his weight.
“Thanks,” Takemichi said awkwardly, folding his arms against his chest to hide them. The last thing he wanted to do was play along with the creepy alpha but he didn’t want to make him angry. Their school was relatively safe but he had heard enough horror stories from other omegas to not risk it.
“Come on, let me fondle them.” The alpha leered at him, looking too pleased by Takemichi’s submissive behavior though it was born out of terror and not trust.
“I don’t think you want to,” Takemichi laughed nervously, trying to look around and find a route to escape. But with the way the alpha’s hands were pinning him in place, he was completely blocked.
“I think I do,” The alpha spat, pressing himself closer to Takemichi and breathing heavily in his ear. “We’ll have fun together.”
He reached out to grab the blonde omega but then his entire body went completely stiff a second later. Takemichi watched in horror as a metal pipe was brought down on the alpha’s head, hard enough to make him crumple to the ground in a bloody heap.
Standing in front of Takemichi was a disgusted-looking Kazutora who stepped over the slumped body of the alpha he had just attacked, violent fury in his eyes as he focused on Takemichi in front of him. “Are you okay?”
Takemichi nodded, speechless. Kazutora was probably the Toman packmate that he spoke with the least. Whereas Takemichi was close with Baji and Chifuyu who were the closest to his age. And Mikey, Mitsuya and Draken, who were older than him, doted over him as if it was their job, Kazutora had always been more reserved and mostly spoke only to Baji and Mikey. He hadn’t expected Kazutora to be the one to save him.
“Oi get up,” Kazutora said, kicking the alpha on the ground then poking at him with the pipe. For a second Takemichi was scared that the alpha was dead but he made a soft groaning noise as if he was in unbearable pain. Kazutora looked at Takemichi, his eyes suddenly darker. “Should I hit him again?”
“No!” Takemichi was quick to say. He grabbed Kazutora’s arm and hugged it by reflex to prevent the other boy from moving. The last thing he wanted was for Kazutora to kill someone on his behalf, even if the person was a complete scumbag.
Kazutora shrugged, then his cheeks turned a soft pink color and he took a step back, covering his nose with his hands.
“Are you okay?” Takemichi asked, stepping forward to check on Kazutora.
“I-I’m fine.” Kazutora shook his head and grabbed Takemichi’s wrist before it could touch his forehead. He was staring at Takemichi with a flustered glint in his eyes. “No need to come closer.”
“But you’re so red.” Takemichi pressed his hand against Kazutora’s forehead and watched as Kazutora turned even redder. Despite the circumstances, it was almost comical to see how the boy that had looked so intimidating a few minutes earlier now looked almost shy.
Shaking his head, Kazutora stripped off his leftover Valhalla jacket and draped it over Takemichi’s frame and zipped it up for him. “Here, wear this.”
Takemichi furrowed his brows in confusion for a second then he smiled as he realized that it was Kazutora’s attempt at protecting him. He threw his arms around Kazutora’s neck, pressing his body against Kazutora’s as he hugged him tight.
Kazutora stiffened in Takemichi’s embrace, already almost as red as a tomato by the time Takemichi leaned forward to give him a kiss on the cheek which made him seem to stop functioning. Kazutora bit his lip, covering his face to try and hide his flushed face but it was no use.
Both he and Takemichi are punished that night once Mikey notices Takemichi in the Valhalla jacket.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Mitsuya asked for what felt like the millionth time.
“I already told you I am,” Takemichi smiled reassuringly. “Where’s the outfit?”
Mitsuya nodded, then handed him the clothes, which consisted of a lolitaesque short leather skirt and a frilly top that he had been working on.
“Woah,” Takemichi said, admiring the clothes. The outfit looked like it had been painstakingly and lovingly made. “Did you really design these? They’re great.”
“Thanks.” Mitsuya said, looking embarrassed at the compliment. “You can change in- What are you doing?”
Takemichi paused, staring at Mitsuya as the older boy covered his face with his hands and blushed deeply. “I’m changing?”
“In front of me?” Mitsuya asked.
“Yeah?” Takemichi shrugged.“We’re both guys. It doesn’t matter.”
Mitsuya shook his head. “Please go change in the classroom closet for my sanity.”
Takemichi rolled his eyes but obeyed, walking over to the closet door to quickly strip off his school uniform and change into the outfit that Mitsuya had made for him. He came out a few minutes later, spinning to show off the clothes. It wasn’t something he would pick to wear on his own but he couldn’t deny that Mitsuya had done a great job in designing it.
“I should probably get some pictures before I make adjustments,” muttered Mitsuya.
“Pictures?” Takemichi spluttered. “What do you need pictures for?”
“To document the initial appearance. Also the others would appreciate this look. If I play my cards right I could make a fortune off the pics.” Mitsuya grinned.
Takemichi complained but Mitsuya had already whipped out his camera and was trying to coax Takemichi into doing cute and erotic poses. They were still in the middle of taking pictures when the door to the classroom was forced open. Mitsuya and Takemichi turned in unison and caught sight of a small group of alphas, one of which whistled as he stared at Takemichi in the outfit.
“Looking good.” The alpha winked at him, looking excited. “Do you mind me getting in your skirt?”
Takemichi shook his head, intending to tell them to leave him alone but before he could get a word out, Mitsuya had stretched out to deliver a hard punch to the alpha’s face.
The alpha’s head turned sharply and he stumbled back, only to be caught by his friends before he could fall. Mitsuya didn’t hesitate after that. He grabbed hold of Takemichi’s hand and pulled him into a run as that alpha’s friends chased after them.
“Quick, here.” Mitsuya urged, his voice hushed as they entered a hallway.
The two of them ended up in a supply closet with Takemichi pressed flush against Mitsuya’s body as Mitsuya put a hand over Takemichi’s mouth to stop him from getting spooked as they heard the patter of feet running past them.
Both of them were blushing and Takemichi couldn’t help his mind wandering to how nice Mitsuya smelled. It was partly his pheromones and partly the expensive perfume he was wearing but his natural scent was enticing too. Takemichi instinctively moved closer to sniff him more and Mitsuya allowed him, panting and holding on to the omega as Takemichi’s round ass in the miniskirt rubbed against Mitsuya’s crotch.
Mikey was unimpressed to find them a disheveled mess like that an hour later.
Takemichi hated PE class but if there was anything positive about it, it would be having Baji in his class.
The two of them were unable to actually speak during class since Baji was so physically fit that he was able to play with and easily won against the alphas while Takemichi was so weak that he was at the bottom of the omega group but he made a habit of waiting for Baji in the changing room after class so they could go to Toman meetings together afterwards.
Baji arrived in the changing room as Takemichi was in the middle of changing into his school shirt and after taking one look at him, Baji burst into a wolfish grin and pounced.
“Huh?” Takemichi questioned, surprised to see Baji grab him out of nowhere.
“Shut up.” Baji said, resting his head on Takemichi’s shoulder as he fondled the blonde’s chest. “I can’t believe you came to school like this.”
“D-don’t,” Takemichi blushed, trying to stop any weird sounds from slipping out of his mouth but Baji paid no attention to him and continued to massage his chest in curiosity.
“I finally realize why Mikey likes you.” Baji nodded, poking Takemichi’s nipple. “I didn’t believe male omegas really got bigger tits in heat but I’m somehow not surprised if it happens to anyone, it’s you.”
A loud whistle interrupted their actions and Baji’s teasing grin turned into a glare as a strange alpha entered the changing room.
“This is the omega changing room, fuck off.” Baji said, stepping in front of Takemichi and stretching a hand out.
“Chill, I just wanted to know if blondie would like to hang with me.” The alpha grinned, and Takemichi found himself cowering behind Baji. “I could smell him all the way from the court.”
“He’s not interested.”
“Let me ask him myself.” The alpha took a step forward and made a move to grab Takemichi’s wrist but Baji gave him a kick in the neck that sent him flying before he landed on the ground in a crumpled heap.
For a moment, Takemichi was sure that would be the end of it but then alpha slowly started to move again, attempting to crawl towards them.
“You fucking bitch,” The alpha growled, making to stand up again but this time it was Takemichi that grabbed one of the baseball bats beside the lockers and used it to deliver a blow that made him pass out instantly.
“Woah. I definitely wasn’t expecting that from you,” Baji said with an impressed smile. “So that’s why Mikey really likes you.”
“Thank you for helping me.” Takemichi bowed, feeling oddly formal.
Baji waved him off. “I didn’t do it for you, shithead. If anything happened to you on my watch, I wouldn’t hear the end of it from those annoying bastards.”
Baji started walking towards the door and Takemichi quickly finished buttoning his shirt and ran after him, pressing himself to Baji’s side and smiling when Baji didn’t push him away.
Living in the same area, it was common for Chifuyu and Takemichi to go to school together. At first Chifuyu had ridden his bike to school but since the time they became friends, he had begun taking the morning train with Takemichi.
“Look at this,” Chifuyu held up his cellphone to show him a picture of sleeping baby bunnies from his part time job. “It’s us.”
“Aww,” Takemichi started, before abruptly cutting himself off as he felt what seemed to be a hand subtly touch his ass.
He gulped, hoping it was just an accident or he was imagining things but the hand moved to fondle him and he realized it was real. Takemichi froze as the unseen pervert tried to slip a hand into the back of his school pants while breathing down his neck.
Takemichi went red, squirming but trying not to draw attention to himself as the pervert started to whisper about him being a good little omega whore.
“Oi, Takemichi. Are you okay?” Chifuyu slapped his hand against Takemichi’s forehead and looked concerned. “You’re really re-“
Chifuyu’s gaze trailed down until he finally spotted the pervert that had been fondling Takemichi and his eyes narrowed instantly. Takemichi wanted to ask him not to make a scene but it was too late. Chifuyu grabbed the man by his tie and slammed their foreheads together with so much force that it started bleeding.
“Chifuyu-“ Takemichi started, looking around to see everyone staring at them but Chifuyu still looked furious, like he was planning to continue beating the now incapacitated pervert. “Let’s get off at this stop.”
For a second he thought Chifuyu would argue against him but then he slipped his hand into Chifuyu’s own hand and intertwined their fingers, and his pack mate finally seemed to relax a little. The two of them ran out of the doors the instant the train pulled to a stop and managed to slip away just before the station policemen could grab them.
The next morning Chifuyu insisted that Takemichi sit on his lap the entire ride.
Due to his status as toman’s treasure, he usually wasn’t allowed to come to come along with Mikey or the other captains whenever there was the potential for violence, but Mikey had always been unable to say no to him whenever it was a relatively safe meeting, especially after Takemichi pointed out he was technically one of the captains. That was how Takemichi found himself fidgeting as he stood behind Mikey as he confronted the black dragons on the day they were expected to merge.
Most of the black dragons’ members were alphas, stranger alphas at that, and Takemichi pressed himself closer to Mikey to avoid them staring at him. Mikey allowed him, not paying too much attention to Takemichi as he spoke to the former leader of the black dragons, Taiju, in a low voice.
Several of the alphas were staring at him but there was one particular blonde alpha that caught his eye. He stared at Takemichi with relatively innocent curiosity rather than the lecherous looks the rest of the boys were giving him, and he was pretty young-looking with his long eyelashes and cupid-like face. Takemichi couldn’t help but smile back at him, watching as the boy looked somewhat surprised.
Mikey glanced down then, noticing this little interaction between the two of them. He frowned immediately then put his arm around Takemichi’s waist and pulled him closer while sending the alpha a warning glare.
The blonde looked surprised but shrugged it off and the crisis was momentarily diverted. That was until something went wrong all of a sudden and they were suddenly attacked by another gang trying to stop the merger.
Usually Mitsuya and Chifuyu were the one to watch over him during Toman functions but Mitsuya was out and Chifuyu had been busy that afternoon so Takemichi was on his own. He did his best to duck and stay out of the way but he soon found himself being cornered by an aggressive-looking alpha.
“I almost forgot Toman had such a pretty omega.” The alpha spat, moving closer to Takemichi. “We can have fun with this.”
He reached out to grab the blonde omega but he was immediately stopped in his tracks. Takemichi watched as Draken appeared from the middle of the fight and punched the larger alpha in the stomach several times until he was cramped over and unable to move.
“Takemitchy, get on my back.” draken commanded.
Takemichi instantly obeyed and climbed on Draken’s back, doing his best to hold on tight as Draken sent members of the other gang flying in all directions.
And if he secretly enjoyed the experience, that was going to be his little secret.
High schoolers aren’t allowed into bars but with Kokonoi’s, Kisaki’s and Draken’s ties, it wasn’t too hard to find their way into one of the most exclusive clubs in Tokyo.
Even though it was an outing that Mikey had justified as part of executive business, it didn’t stop everyone from using it as a personal break. Baji had taken to doing shots with Chifuyu and Kazutora while Draken and Mitsuya sat to converse in the corner of the club and Mikey coerced Takemichi into dancing to every song with him.
The two of them had finished their fifth dance in a row when the other boys finally rejoined them. Takemichi couldn’t help but be chuffed that the toman boys were gathered around him and watching him like a hawk, as if expecting a strange alpha to come up and steal him at any moment. But to Takemichi’s horror, it’s a group of omegas that come to approach their pack.
Takemichi bristled as he saw the omegas, older, sexier omegas, trying to flirt with his alphas. He nearly bit off his own tongue in horror when he saw one of the omegas winked at Mikey and touched his arm as two of them tried to feel Draken’s abs.
Without wasting another second, Takemichi snarled at the omegas and pressed himself closer to his packmates, trying to grab all their hands at the same time and rubbing himself against them to get his scent over them to keep other people away.
It wasn’t uncommon for omegas to get jealous even though it was alphas that had the reputation of being easily jealous. But Takemichi had always been seen as an easy-going omega, except when he felt like his mates were being stolen from him.
Mikey looked amused at seeing a territorial Takemichi rub himself over them while Baji bared his fangs at Takemichi’s first attempt to mark him then calmed down and let himself be scent marked after Takemichi hit him with the puppy dog eyes. Takemichi was only too happy to hug and cuddle with his mates even after the other omegas left, until they all smelled so strongly of him that no other omega would even think of coming close to them. It was proof they were just as much his alphas as he was their omega.