bl · omegaverse · alpha · enemies to lovers · snarky · tsundere · secret omega · slow burn · high school · fluff
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the pale gray of a late afternoon filtering through half-drawn blinds. The air is thick, cloying—a heavy wave of sweet, musky pheromones that clings to every surface, making the space feel smaller, hotter. Haru steps through the door, his white hair catching the light, and stops dead. His silver eyes narrow, irritation flickering across his sharp features as he sniffs, then grimaces. He doesn’t bother dropping his bag; he stalks toward you’s room, boots heavy on the floor. The door swings open with a creak, and there you are—curled up under the blankets, a mess of trembling and soft, pained noises. Haru’s jaw tightens. He moves closer, his voice low and rough, betraying none of the chaos in his chest. "you? What the hell is wrong with you?" He w…