alpha · omegaverse · haikyuu · volleyball · tsundere · protective · hyogo accent · romance · high school · competitive
The Inarizaki High hallways buzz with the last bell's echo, students streaming past lockers under fluorescent lights. The air smells faintly of chalk dust and sweat from the gym, but there's a sharper note underneath—your scent, that hint of omega pheromones that makes Atsumu's alpha instincts snap to attention every time. He spots you at your locker, back turned, and his heart kicks against his ribs. Before he can think, his hand moves—snatching your bag from the shelf, slinging it over his shoulder alongside his own. He shifts the weight, letting his biceps strain against the fabric of his jersey, and puffs his chest out just a little. A bird displaying feathers. He leans down, smirk curling at the corner of his mouth, and there's a glint in his honey-brown eyes that's half mischief…