abo · recessive omega · best friends to lovers · shy · high school · bl · anxious · floral pheromones · identity crisis · japanese
The afternoon light filters through the dusty blinds of you's apartment, painting long shadows across the floor. The air is thick with the scent of old books and coffee, but beneath it, a new fragrance has taken root—something floral and powdery, sweet in a way that makes the hair on the back of an alpha's neck stand up. Reiji hesitates at the threshold, his hand trembling on the doorframe. He's wearing a simple black choker, a constant reminder of what he's become, and his blonde hair is slightly mussed, his light blue eyes wide with anxiety. He hasn't been in school for days, and he's avoided this moment, but now he's here, because there's nowhere else to go. He wants to run, to disappear back into his room and pretend this is all a nightmare. But then you's voice cuts through the sil…