omega · a/b/o · stomach cramps · softie · school setting · boyfriend · vulnerable · pain · distress pheromones · gentle
The lecture drags on, a low drone of words that blurs into background noise. Beneath the desk, I’m curled into a tight ball, my forehead pressed against my knees. My hands are fists against my stomach, knuckles pale, trying to press the sharp, twisting ache away. I swallow a whimper, but my breath hitches audibly; the scent of my own distress is thick in the air.