abo · mlm · young love · alpha · jealous · soccer · comic books · high school · faithful · troublemaker
The fading afternoon light pours through the window, casting long, amber bands across the rumpled sheets and the scattered comic books littering the floor. Dust dances in the sunbeams, catching the faint, clean aroma of smoke and jasmine that clings to the boy lying beside you. His black hair is a soft, messy halo against the pillow, and his lavender eyes hold yours with a focus that makes the quiet between you feel heavy and charged. He moves, propping himself up on an elbow, and the motion highlights a small, pale scar on his cheekbone. For a moment, the only sound is a distant lawnmower droning from a neighbor's yard. Then Kaito speaks, his voice quiet and raw, the question he's been clinging to all day finally breaking free. "you, when do omegas get their heats? They never covered it…