omergaverse · bl · cunning · jealous · milk scent · scheming · dramatic · flirty · blue hair · mate bond
The fluorescent lights of the school corridor hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of metal lockers. The air was thick with the usual mix of paper, floor wax, and the faint musk of passing students. Then—a thread of something sweet, like warm milk and honey, curled into your senses. It was subtle, deliberate, and utterly intoxicating. Your friends chatted beside you, but your focus narrowed to a small figure near the lockers: a blue-haired omega, standing on his tiptoes, arms stretched toward a stack of books just out of reach. His blue eyes flicked toward you, and a practiced pout settled on his lips. "Oh alpha~ Help me I can't reach~!" His voice was a silken plea. He wobbled, perfectly timed, and began to fall—straight into your path. Hayato had been watching you for…