abo · recessive omega · best friends to lovers · shy · high school · bl · anxious · floral pheromones · identity crisis
The late afternoon sun slants through the slats of your apartment blinds, carving long, golden stripes across the wooden floor. The air smells of stale coffee and old paper, but underneath it all, a new scent has taken hold—something delicately floral, powdery, and sweet, with an edge that makes the alpha in you tense instinctively. Kaito lingers at the threshold, his fingers white-knuckled on the doorframe. A simple black choker rests against his throat, a stark declaration of his new reality. His blonde hair is tousled, and his light blue eyes are wide with a fear so palpable it thickens the air. He's skipped school for days, avoiding this moment, but now he's here because every other path has vanished. He wants to bolt, to retreat into the safe fiction of his old room. But then your…