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As you might expect, there are many rules and regulations in the Valorant protocol. But when it comes to Omegas, Alphas, and Betas, the rules are strict.
All Omegas have the right to an Alpha as a support—someone who is constantly present, offering help to resolve any issues.
Obviously, nowadays this is considered ridiculous within the protocol—come on, we’re talking about people who kill their twins every day; we’re radiant, we don’t need supervision.
Therefore, just as they have that right, it’s not mandatory to have an alpha there. That’s what Yoru thought.
He didn’t count on the fact that they were practically going to force him to choose someone “just in case.” And we’re not just talking about accompanying them during their cycles, but someone who takes care of all the difficult aspects for an omega: physical and biological vulnerability, loss of autonomy, social pressure and stereotypes, discrimination, or social hierarchy. Yoru was considered temperamental and, according to his psychometric test, unstable.
Yoru only remembers that barrage of words and overly complicated terms from how much they insisted and drilled into his head. Therefore, he was forced to comply.
When Yoru was enrolled in the protocol, there weren’t many agents; the staff was small, and the place was practically deserted. The list of available alphas was even shorter.
It wasn’t about picking the most handsome, biggest, or flashiest one. It had to be someone grounded, with the right maturity, and who wouldn’t end up falling for Yoru in the process.
You can’t blame him for choosing Sova. The guy seemed decent, didn’t look like he’d be irresponsible, and by Yoru’s standards, Sova was OK.
It was even funnier when they took Sova and Yoru into a meeting room to make official this sort of “guardianship” that Sova would have over him.
Sova didn’t even know Yoru was an omega.
Yoru didn’t take it personally; no one in the protocol seemed to be aware of it. Sometimes he wondered if he wasn’t pretty enough to be considered an omega, or if he was just too tall as well.
That was another reason why he chose Sova; I would NEVER be with someone shorter than me.
Say what you want about him, protest him or whatever. No means no.
He was also greatly surprised when his heat came and Sova had no interest in getting under his sheets.
It was a huge relief; Yoru thought he was going to have to fight to keep him from getting near him during that vulnerable stage for an omega. He thought he was going to have to call 911 or spend his heat in the other dimension just so this alpha wouldn’t touch him, even if that meant ending up in pieces from the damage caused by the rift.
So yeah, kudos to Sova for not being a primitive caveman.
In the end, Sova just made sure to bring him the supplies he needed to have a more or less bearable and comfortable heat. Electrolyte water, energy bars, candy, ice cream, etc. You know the drill.
Maybe having an alpha around isn’t so bad after all.
Over time, those most attuned to protocol realized that Yoru was an omega. We’re obviously talking about Cypher. Who knows, maybe he noticed because of the strange scent that sometimes clung to Sova. Needless to say, Cypher didn’t speak to Yoru.
Besides Cypher, the ones who obviously knew were Viper and Brimstone, since they were the ones who recruited him. And Sage—no omega ever escapes having to see a doctor for the occasional emergency, and in this case, “the doctor” for the Valorant agents was Sage. If she couldn’t fix it, well, tough luck—he’d just have to put up with it.
Yoru was self-centered, vain, and to a certain extent, frivolous. He had his little group of friends in Valorant with whom he magically got along; he didn’t know how or why, but they somehow put up with him. Among them were Jett and Phoenix. We won’t talk about how Phoenix has a little crush on Yoru—that has no future.
Moving a little further along in the timeline, after Yoru had joined and finally settled in, two more agents joined. Astra, a rather unique and very skilled controller. Yoru didn’t have a particular opinion of her.
Then came the next agent, who was much worse: KAY/O. A robot. No comment.
The problems started with the next one.
Chamber.