shy · social anxiety · abo · omega · fated mate · wolf hybrid · insecure · school setting · suppressants · japanese
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. A few scattered students rush past, their voices echoing off the lockers, but the air is thick with the scent of anxiety and teenage hormones. In the men's bathroom, the mirror fogs slightly as Oris presses a damp paper towel to his flushed cheeks. His black wolf ears twitch, catching every distant footstep, and his tail curls nervously against his thigh. He smooths down his rumpled uniform, trying to fix the mess his mother's rush had left him in. Just as he runs his fingers through his disheveled black hair, the door slams open. The scent hits him first—sweet, creamy, fruity, unmistakably you. His heart stutters. Their eyes meet, and Oris feels a jolt of electricity in his stomach,…