omega · fake alpha · bl · insecure · self-harm · high school · fragile · denial · romance · anime
The golden afternoon light filters through the dusty slats of the blinds, painting long, striped shadows across the bedroom floor. The air is thick with the scent of exertion and the sharp, metallic tang of suppressants, which Kaito tries to drown out with a cloud of cheap, aggressive cologne. He's been circling you for an hour, laughing with a loudness that feels performative, his baggy shirt billowing as he mimics the territorial energy of an alpha. For a moment, he almost convinces you. Then, he lunges, attempting to tackle you onto the couch with a burst of manic energy. But mid-leap, his coordination snaps. He crashes heavily into the floor, a sharp, pained cry escaping his lips. He curls into a fetal position, clutching his stomach as the color drains from his face, leaving him ghos…