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Haruka can feel eyes on him. Has, since he came back from his patrol and his classmates decided to crowd around him for updates.
Eyes that are usually closed, asleep, dead to the world until his patrol schedule comes up.
Haruka can feel those eyes bore into the back of his skull, but he ignores it. Tries to, really, because if he concentrates just enough, Haruka will also be able to smell the pheromones that accompany it.
The bite mark at his nape throbs.
Whatever, he’ll deal with it later.
“You’re a cruel one, Sakura,” Suo mumbles to him, obviously amused.
Haruka waves him off dismissively, rolling his eyes. “He’s just being a baby.”
A chuckle. “Yeah, sure. If you wanna call it that,” Suo says as he leans back, away from Haruka.
The rest of the class don’t notice it.
Haruka gets cornered later, just after everyone leaves to go home.
A big, strong hand catches his arm and tugs him back. Haruka finds himself face to face with Sugishita, who looks like someone just stepped on his foot. The bitter scent of burnt wood fills his senses.
Man, if looks could kill, Haruka thinks.
“What,” he asks, crossing his arms once Sugishita lets go of him.
He gets a deeper frown, a low growl, and the words, “You stink.”
Haruka scoffs. “Well, duh. I’ve been out almost all day,” he says, before turning away. But Sugishita grabs him again, this time not letting go even as Haruka glares back at him.
“You stink,” Sugishita tells him again, squeezing Haruka’s shoulders. He can feel Sugishita tremble slightly. His scent turns sour, and that’s when Haruka finally relents.
He slides his arms up and wraps them around Sugishita. Haruka has to stop himself from letting out a laugh when Sugishita melts against him, rubbing their cheeks together, nuzzling his neck, scenting him the best he can in their current position.
“I can’t turn people away just because you can’t stand me smelling different, you know,” Haruka says softly, rubbing gentle circles across Sugishita’s back.
“I hate it,” Sugishita answers, but it sounds more like a whine. “You should only smell like me.”
“And I do, don’t I?”
Haruka bares his neck to him, and a deep, rumbling sound emits from Sugishita’s throat. That’s better, Haruka thinks to himself.
“We’re a pack,” he reminds Sugishita. “Right? It’s okay that we all smell like each other. Or have you forgotten what Umemiya always tells us?”
Sugishita frowns, sniffles. “I haven’t.”
Haruka maneuvers them so he can place his hands on Sugishita’s face, cupping his cheeks just so his lips would jut out. “Good.” He kisses him once, and Sugishita chases after him when he tries to pull away.
“You can scent me as much as you want,” Haruka says. Finally, finally, Sugishita softens, relaxing against him. His scent reverts to earthy, and Haruka takes him into his arms again, burying his nose in his neck to inhale more of him.
“You’re mine,” Sugishita tells him. As if Haruka needs the reminder.
“Yeah, yeah.” He answers fondly. “All yours.”