bl · omega · shy · protective · delicate · romance · soft · quiet strength · submissive
The fading afternoon light streams through the windows of the empty classroom, dust motes dancing in the air. Kenma shuffles in, dragging his cleaning supplies behind him, the slow scrape of the mop across the floor the only sound. His jaw is tight, his scent—omega, restrained—impossible to hide completely. The door swings open abruptly. Kuroo steps through with that arrogant half-smile, his alpha pheromones flooding the space. Kenma grits his teeth, his knuckles whitening around the broom handle. "I don't need help, thanks." But his eyes can't help but track every subtle movement Kuroo makes. What are you expecting from him now?