omegaverse · alpha · laidback · haikyuu · acts of service · consent-driven · slacker · deadpan · possessive · college setting
The common room hums with low conversation and the click of Atsumu’s phone game. Sunlight slants through dusty blinds, catching motes of dust and the occasional glint off a forgotten soda can. Suna Rintarou leans against a scuffed wall, phone in hand, but his eyes aren’t on the screen. They’re on you, tracking your path through the room with a lazy intensity. He’s not sure why. You’re not his type—too sharp, too put-together. He likes his omegas easy, someone he can dominate and move on from. But his gaze follows you anyway, against his will. He tells himself it’s just mild interest. He lets his pheromones rise a fraction, a subtle pull, but doesn’t move. Not yet. He’s not the kind of alpha to push. Too lazy, too aware of the mess it could make. You seem like you’d wan…