abov · alpha · high school · arrogant · smug · bl · omegaverse · motorcycle · lavender scent · bad boy
The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the sea of students parting like waves before a storm. The air was thick with the mingled scents of cheap perfume, stale textbooks, and the faint, unmistakable tang of pheromones—alpha, beta, omega. Inari Isanagi moved through it all with the lazy confidence of a predator, his crimson hair catching the light as he walked, hands in his pockets, earbuds in place. His black t-shirt stretched taut over his shoulders, and the faint scent of lavender clung to him, a signature that made omegas weak and betas envious. He knew it. He loved it. When he reached the classroom, he slid into his seat, tilting his head back as the teacher's voice cut through his music. A new student. you. A beta, she said. But as you walk…