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The life of an Omega isn’t an easy one. Until recent years, no one even cared about the rights of Omegas. An alpha could forcibly claim an omega and no one would even bat an eye. It didn’t matter that the Omega didn’t want to be bonded with that alpha… they'd be stuck with them for a mate for the rest of their lives.
Things today aren't like that, but now and then, there's always an alpha who thinks he's above everyone and doesn’t care if the Omega he wants, wants him in return. A certain alpha a year above me, Soujiro Hijikata, was exactly that kind of alpha… and the Omega that he wanted, just so happened to be none other than yours truly…
“All alone, cutie?” he purred, a disgusting smirk on his face.
I’d always taken great care to avoid being alone with him, but you can only do so much… Rather than waste my breath, I simply tried to move around him. The minute I stepped to one side, he followed, blocking my path. Try the other side and he does it again. Over and over, until he stepped towards me, forcing me to move backward.
This little dance continued until I felt my back hit the wall. Immediately I realized that I was cornered. My hands went straight to my neck, blocking him from being able to access that sensitive flesh where he'd have to mark me. It's not much of a defense, but it’s all that I can do.
His grin widened. “You think that's enough to stop me? Silly little Omega…” He reached toward me, attempting to grab me by the wrist.
“Paws off, buddy.” The pushy Alpha's hand is shoved away as a familiar figure slid in between us.
The Alpha's grin turned to a snarl. “Mind your own business, Atsumu.”
“Yeah… I don’t think so.” Knowing Atsumu, he’s either got that signature smirk of his or that nasty glare that he gives his noisy fangirls on his face. “She's spoken for and ya know it. Fuck off.”
I gripped the back of Atsumu's t-shirt... he must have just come from volleyball practice. It’s entirely possible that this could turn into a physical fight. Two strong alphas with differing opinions on an omega? That practically spells a fight. Hijikata's eyes flick between Atsumu and me.
After a moment of consideration, he stepped back and walked away. It wasn’t worth the hassle. By the time he would have gotten through Atsumu, I could have run off and been long gone… or Osamu could have shown up, and then it would have been two against one. After all, no one was allowed to hurt Atsumu besides Osamu.
Once he was out of sight, I released my death grip on the blonde's shirt. Atsumu turned around to face me, stepping back to give me a little space. “Thanks, Tsumu.”
His hand went to the top of my head, ruffling my hair. “No thanks needed. What kind of alpha doesn’t protect his sis? Especially against scum who try to force-mark helpless little omegas...”
We're not related in the slightest, not by blood… but since I was dating his twin, Atsumu had taken to treating me like a sibling. Osamu and I had been together for almost a year now, but we had yet to become an officially mated pair. He hadn’t made any attempts to claim me, so I never brought the subject up. It was fine with me since I wasn’t sure I wanted to be claimed by someone yet.
There was also the simple fact that we hadn’t slept together yet. My heats and his ruts… both were spent away from each other. We never even entertained the idea of spending them together; we didn’t want to tempt ourselves into a mating bite before we were ready for that kind of a commitment. Or that's the reason I thought we did it. As I said, we'd never actually talked about it.
“Ya know, you should just let Samu claim ya. Then ya wouldn’t even have to worry about other asshole alphas.” The blonde shoved his hands in the pockets of his pants.
He’s right, but to simply let someone claim me as theirs for life for solely that reason felt wrong. It’s not that I didn’t love Osamu, I loved him very much, but… I couldn't help but feel that we were too young to make that kind of a decision. Maybe we are, maybe we aren't… Either way, neither of us ever touched the subject.
Atsumu took a quick glance around the hallway. “You know… Samu really wants to. Claim ya, I mean.” That was news to me. Just like I’d never brought it up to Osamu, he had never mentioned anything about claiming anyone at all. If anyone besides me would know though, it would have been Atsumu. “He really loves ya, ya know?”
I looked down, thinking about it. “I love him too, but… what if after we do mate, he gets tired of me and wants to leave?”
“Impossible.” Atsumu doesn’t even entertain the possibility. “Osamu's crazy ‘bout ya. He's always been real composed even in the worst of his ruts, right?” I nodded. “Well, that’s always because he's good at keeping control around others, but the minute we're home and he doesn’t have to hold back… if he even so much as thinks yer name, he fuckin' loses it. Turns into a damned animal… spending the night humpin’ his pillow and pantin' yer name the whole time. ‘s why he never lets ya come around during his ruts and why he keeps his distance when ya start yer heats. He can’t help himself when it comes to ya.”
To imagine the ever-composed Osamu like that was insane. At the same time, it was oddly alluring. The image of him, breaths shaky, eyes half-lidded with desire… hands desperately clutching at the sheets… It was a lot more enticing than I would like to admit.
Atsumu easily noticed. “Ya know…” He smirked. “Samu just started his rut…” There's an unspoken If you want to see for yourself. The blonde cast another look down the hall. “Anyway… tell Samu that I can’t walk home with the two of ya today. Got me a heated date with a cute lil first-year omega…”
He turned and walked away, throwing a wave over his shoulder. Just as he rounded the corner, a familiar voice called my name, drawing my attention in the opposite direction.
Osamu hurried over to when I stood. “Where's Tsumu? He was supposed to have been lookin' for ya.” The silver-haired male questioned me.
“He was here… saved me from that one alpha who keeps trying to force-mark me..” I glanced down the hall in the direction Atsumu left in. “Apparently he’s going to meet an omega who started her heat…”
Atsumu hadn’t actually said it was a girl, but knowing him, it was the most likely option. Besides, there were a lot more female omegas than male omegas. Still, to see any omega at a time like this…
Osamu's face scrunched up In irritation. Not once has the blonde ever left Osamu alone with me during a rut. I’d always figured that it was Atsumu's idea; he was simply protecting his twin from a terrible mistake he could make… but now I realized that maybe it had been Osamu who asked him to do it… to make sure that he didn’t end up hurting me by mistake.
Our walk back to my house was quieter than usual. Osamu stayed a little further away and didn’t dare to hold my hand like he normally would have. If it hadn't been for Atsumu's warning earlier, I would have jumped to the conclusion that Osamu was losing interest in me and not that it was more his way to help restrain himself while he was in his rut.
Once we stopped in front of my house, Osamu avoided looking at me. Even though I know it’s to help him keep himself under control, it still makes my heart ache. He shouldn’t have to hold himself back like this.
Gently I reached out and took his hand. He gripped mine tightly… too tightly. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought that he was trying to crush my hand. But no, this was his way of grounding himself… of forcing himself to stay composed.
He must be feeling really rough… I knew how bad my heats could get and all I could do was assume that that was about what it felt like for him. Omegas were generally more submissive during heats though, while Alphas tended to be more dominating when it came to their ruts. But one thing was the same: the feelings and urges were strong… often even overwhelming.
For a moment, the image from earlier flashed in my mind and I remembered Atsumu's words. Osamu's crazy ‘bout ya. Was it true? Atsumu had no reason to lie about it… and yet… I couldn’t help but fear that it wasn’t real.
“Osamu… I…” His eyes instantly locked with mine. Much like his twin, I always used his nickname, except for rare moments. If I was upset with him… or if something was going on… If I ever used his actual name, he knew it was something serious. “Will you… will you come in?”
It’s always risky for an omega to be alone with an alpha. If they are unmated, that risk doubles. If any heats or ruts are involved… especially if it’s only for one of them… that's easily triple the danger.
Reluctantly, Osamu came inside. The moment he was fully inside and realized that no one was around though, that tiny thread of what remained of his restraint snapped.
There wasn't time to react. Fast as a heartbeat, my body was pushed up against the wall. Osamu's chest pressed tight to mine, his hands on either side of me. I was trapped. Rather than doing anything though, he buried his face in my collarbone.
“I… I need ya to push me away…” His voice shook as he pleaded. “’cause if ya don't… I… I won’t be able to stop myself… and… I’ll end up hurting ya… I-I… I don’t want to hurt you.”
I should have known better. My mother is a single, unmated omega. Naturally, the house would reek of the scent of unmated omega. It would drive any sitting alpha crazy. Yet, when I thought about trying to help Osamu, I didn’t even consider that being here could make this so much harder on him.
He isn’t completely gone yet though. There was still enough control left to stop himself right here and to beg me to push him away. That restraint might not last though
Once more, I heard his twin's words in my head. I have to know. “Is it true? What Tsumu said?” I slowly brought a hand up to stroke his hair. “That you want to…”
“More than anything.” Osamu didn’t even let me finish asking. He couldn’t have known what Atsumu had said, but there really wasn’t much that the blonde could have told me. “I can’t imagine being with anyone else…”
“Why didn’t you-“
“I wanted to.” Once more, Osamu doesn’t let me finish. “I wanted to tell ya so many times… but I know that ya don’t want to be mated… I’ve heard ya tell yer friends all the time ‘bout how ya want to be like your ma… Strong, independent… Me claiming ya doesn’t really fit into that picture…”
The alpha doesn’t dare to lift his head out of fear of losing control. I had no idea that he'd ever heard me say such a thing… and while it was true, I wasn’t exactly against the idea of being mated. I always figured that if I did meet someone and wanted to be with them forever, I would end up mating with them. Never would I have imagined that someone like Osamu would be that person though.
All this time, he’d been holding himself back from something he wanted more than anything… all because of what he thought I wanted. I feel so stupid for doubting him… for thinking that he would just suddenly decide he didn’t want me anymore… for letting myself be so scared of something that, as Atsumu had put it, was impossible.
It isn’t fair to make him keep holding back. My hands cup his cheeks and tilt his head upward. “Osamu…” I whispered softly, subtly telling him that it was okay. “I love you… You don't have to hold back…” slowly I guide him to my neck, tilting my head to give him access to the sensitive flesh.
His breath hitched, struggling to keep himself from giving in. It’s going to hurt, we both know that… and once it's done, there’s no taking it back. “You need to stop me… If you don't… I’m going to hurt you…”
He’s scared… and I'd be lying if I said that I wasn’t. “Samu… I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone else… I love you so much...” I brought him in a little closer. “Osamu… claim me.”
I don’t have to tell him twice. Sharp teeth sink into soft skin in a claiming bite. It hurts. It hurts like hell, honestly. For my alpha, my love, it’s worth it.
I don’t know what the future has in store for us. I don’t know if one day we'll wake up and regret this moment. What I do know though, is that I love Osamu. As long as he holds my heart and I hold his, everything will be alright.