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Alpha Hanamiya Makoto x Omega Y/N

Omegaverse  |  Angst  |  Drama  |  Romance

Warnings: Language, Violence, Mature/Suggestive Content

Hanamiya Makoto discovers you aren’t an alpha.

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Hanamiya didn’t bother with introductions, instead, he showed you around the club room and then the gymnasium. The guys were scattered around, some were warming up while others rested on the benches. One was even lying on the bench with a mask over his eyes in full slumber.

Your entrance brought them to a standstill, but Hanamiya paid them no attention.

“There’s a teacher in charge of overseeing us, but he never comes around. We just fill out the form weekly to notify our use of the gym and expenses when necessary for games or training camps.”

Everything seemed simple enough, but you wondered who exactly was Hanamiya Makoto? He was obviously someone influential if the school had allowed him to coach the team himself. It was similar to the deal you had been offered the other day.

“Like I mentioned before, you don’t have to know about basketball but I’ll teach you when necessary.”

You nodded.

“Any questions?”

"Do I have to decide now?” You looked around while adjusting your bag over your shoulder. It seemed the team was smaller than usual which made it ideal, but you weren’t too sure this was a good idea. Masquerading as an alpha could be easier if you kept other alphas close and your intuition was telling you Hanamiya was just that.

"Yes, unless you want to waste your time teaching opportunistic idiots to play a sport they aren’t remotely interested in and therefore will forever remain mediocre at best.”

That’s when you realized he had overheard your conversation. He knew exactly what you had been thinking too. You sighed, “I don’t want that...”

“Then welcome to the team.” With these words, Hanamiya called the others over.

You were only slightly intimidated by the group of guys that nearly towered over you with their height. Had this been back in middle school you would think nothing of them.

“So, we got a manager after all…” Yamazaki teased Hanamiya for doing something he had previously opposed. He would have gone on to further his point if it weren’t for Furuhashi jabbing his elbow into his gut to stop him from pissing off Hanamiya.

“A cute one too,” Hara seized his bubble blowing to smile at you. He appreciated your choice to opt out of wearing any stockings or knee-high socks. Like this, your legs were perfectly on display.

Although his eyes weren’t visible you caught his line of sight lowering more than needed to meet your eyes. But guys like him who openly flirted with such nonchalance were best ignored so you did nothing but greet them all.

“Hello, I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.” Your family name was always omitted from your greetings to discourage being associated with them. Unfortunately, most already knew you thanks to your brother’s slip of the tongue just before your high school entrance. He had revealed the school you would be attending in an interview when he was asked about you. 

“Seto and Hara are both in our class,” Hanamiya pointed out in hopes of keeping introductions short. “Furuhashi and Yamazaki, are the other two.”

“Hello,” you repeated your greeting to the two you had never seen before.

Hanamiya handed you the clipboard he had been holding. The first paper on top was a club form that stated you would be entering the basketball team as manager.  “Fill it out and take it to the administrative office.”

It was nearly complete, except for your name and signature. Presumably by Hanamiya himself.

“You can go home for today.”

And just like that, a whirlwind decision changed the course of your desired school life.

After several days of practice, you managed to learn their names and positions. It was unintentional but you somehow managed to learn a lot about the game just by watching. The rest were tidbits of information Hanamiya threw at you.

For the most part, you helped with the paperwork, equipment maintenance, and taking notes on the practices.

As it turned out Kirisaki Daiichi was a school known for its basketball team. It was a strong competitor in the region and the country. Despite not being an all-alpha high school it seemed to always recruit an all-alpha team. This year it was no different.

It also explained why you had been chosen as manager.

Soon you were spending so much time around them that others misjudged your relationship.

One particularly annoying misjudgment was made by those interested in the alphas. Among them was a socially adept girl named Yua who, unbeknownst to you, had a past with Hanamiya.

As an omega, she knew her boundaries and hid her animosity to keep her image of superiority over the rest of the first-year omegas.

That is until a few months later.

You had finally fallen into a comfortable routine.

Official games were due to start soon which meant you were finally going to see them in action. Before that Hanamiya had you set up a few practice games. This required you to spend more time together.

Hanamiya was getting tired of having to wait until after or between classes to talk to you so he decided to make some changes.

You came into class to find your seat at the front of the class occupied by someone else. Just as you were about to confront her, she beat you to it.

“You think you’re better than us and look down on us...” The girl was so upset she voiced the narrative she had chosen to push now that you somehow managed to take her spot. “I don’t know what you did to Hanamiya-san you-” She bit her tongue remembering what he had told her.

You looked up and over to the back where a single empty seat was left in front of the previously mentioned dark-haired individual. A smirk blatantly adorned his face as he awaited you.

To stop the scene from escalating further you quietly accepted the seat change for now. Multiple pairs of eyes followed your every move as you sat down.

Your new seat was now in front of Hanamiya while Seto slept comfortably to his left and Hara sat in front of Seto. They all sat together in the far corner where they often did as they liked with little to no consequence. 

As soon as you settled into the seat you turned around to question Hanamiya. 

“Is there a reason for this sudden seat change?”

“We just wanted our manager to feel closer to the team,” Hara commented after popping his bubblegum a few times.

"It’s more convenient this way.”

“I see...”  You turned back around indifferent to where you sat. 

A sentiment Yua did not share.

From then on you found yourself merging into their group. It seemed easier to go along with them than contest their behavior. For the most part, they never bothered you although Hara did annoy you from time to time with his sexual comments or when they collectively got around to recounting their sexual exploits.

That’s when you would tune out and go off on your own or look for the golf enthusiast who was slowly inching her way into your life.

All in all, it seemed everything was going well in your school life.

By the time you realized what kind of guys they were, it was too late to turn back. Your name had become synonymous with the team.

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After attending their first official game you were left stunned by their methods.

Outside the gymnasium, you stood off to the side watching Hara’s victim getting loaded into the back of an ambulance. The guy seemed much better now that they had administered some first aid, but you still recalled the way his groans of pain echoed through the gymnasium as he curled up on the shiny floors.

The other school’s staff held back from voicing their complaints when they saw you. It was yet another instance of your name precedes you. Instead, they silently filled out the paperwork required in times like these and handed you a copy.

The other players were a different story. They openly directed their pointed looks towards you. A few muttered their discontent out of earshot.

You bid them a safe trip back as you always did back when you were playing tennis. It was good sportsmanship overall, but you did it recalling the lessons your mother ingrained in you about her ideal image for you of a gracious winner.

Once they were all gone you heard someone approaching you. “What did you think of your first official game as our manager?”

You looked over your shoulder to see Hanamiya. He handed you your bag in exchange for the clipboard in your hands.

He glanced at the paperwork momentarily. His actual goal was to examine your reaction, a reaction that he had guessed yet awaited your response. It was pleasant to see everything turn out the way he had predicted. With you as their manager, they could get away with much more.

Truthfully you didn’t condone cheating or violence. 

“An elbow to the ribs...” you trailed off recalling how the other team immediately called out the foul. At the time Seto had slipped his mask up momentarily to explain to you that the others were blocking the referee’s view so it would go unnoticed.

They had only tested this out about twice before, in practice games before you had joined as their manager. It was Hanamiya’s way of breaking the opposing team, something he found much more entertaining than winning the game.

Perhaps the fact that you had been lying about yourself had shifted your moral compass to the point where you no longer found yourself able to judge others. “You could have won without that.”

“Easily,” Hanamiya responded, confirming your thoughts. “But,” he added. A smirk plastered on his face now that your eyes met his. “It wouldn’t have been as entertaining.”

Your lukewarm response was just as he had imagined. The day he happened upon your conversation in the hall he knew there was something familiar about you. It would take some time to draw it out, but he was sure you had the potential to resonate with him.

From then on, you dealt with Kirisaki Daiichi’s reputation, the one Hanamiya had carefully cultivated.

Kirisaki Daiichi began garnering the attention and social acknowledgment it had wanted. Because an alpha of your caliber attended the mixed school so proudly, higher society began to consider it a diamond in the rough that only your family had seen potential in.

As the proud captain brought you along to all practices and games. You were a sort of status symbol to Hanamiya Makoto, a bastard son of an important political figure. His mother, an omega, was the mistress who seduced a married man. There was little to no hope of him inheriting anything from his father although he was given the family name and enough money to live a comfortable life.

However, Hanamiya was not one to be satisfied with the bare minimum. He always wanted more than what life had dealt him. His eyes were always searching for opportunities just like the day of the entrance ceremony.

It was rare for someone of your caliber to enter a mixed school rather than the all-alpha high schools that were popular among your level of society.

Social status could be his if he played his cards right, so he began his greatest play yet.

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Before you knew it the season had come to an end. Kirisaki Daiichi had made it to the Interhigh Preliminaries, but Hanamiya had no plans to go any further. For now, he was satisfied that his first year had gone successfully. He had managed to acquire the right type of people. 

Now here they were.

Seto was thankful to know he would be sitting out the whole game. He laid across one of the two benches that your team was to occupy, forcing everyone else onto one bench.

It didn’t really matter since they would be on the court most of the time.

As everyone stretched you approached Hanamiya inquisitively about his decision. The athlete in you seemed to come out suddenly and you were unable to comprehend how or why Hanamiya had decided this was as far as they would go. They had no plans to try and win their next game so they could be disqualified.

“Why not keep going?”

Hanamiya shrugged, he had no interest in the team they were going up against. Although he always wanted more he also was one to value his time overall. If it wasn’t entertaining or of value to him then he would not give it a second thought. He had accomplished his goal for his first year of high school. 

“We could easily win them even without our technique.” It was interesting how you suddenly showed an interest. Hanamiya took this as an opportunity to take the next step in engaging you. “Would you prefer we win?”

It was nonsensical to you as a former athlete yourself. When you play tennis you always played to win. No matter who it was you were against the goal was always the same.

“Don’t you want to win?”

Hanamiya didn’t respond, he simply smiled and walked off to speak to the others.

Seto had heard the entire conversation and sighed. He knew now that because of your comment, he would end up on the court.

As soon as the game began Hanamiya and the others went all out. Surprising even Seto who had finally sat up.

Your eyes widened as you noticed everyone was being much more aggressive than usual. You gasped when you saw a couple of players stumble out of nowhere. It took all your will to stop yourself from covering your nose, it was pheromones.

The other team’s coach was finally able to call a foul and a time-out to get his vulnerable players out.

When Hanamiya looked over at you he smirked as if this was his answer to your question.

During sports competitions, it was a well-known rule that all players had to take suppressants to ensure the safety of all genders. You were sure you had seen them all take their dose yet somehow one of them had managed to release some pheromones.

You looked over at Seto, “Didn’t they take their suppressants?” By now you had perfected your lies and were able to pretend like you weren’t phased by the pheromones in the air but honestly this time something felt off. Your throat became dry as if you would choke from simply breathing in the air.

He had purposely made it so you saw everything, including that which he had not shown you before. Letting you in on his secret and watching for the slightest reaction at the revelation brought a sense of joy. Their tactics, signs, and overall game plan- and now even the fact that he used his dominant alpha pheromones to impose on the beta and omega players. He had done this so often to the point of perfection. Everything was meticulously calculated by the mastermind Hanamiya Makoto so he would only give enough to incapacitate those within arm's distance.

As the game progressed you remained silent as you watched them win the game that they had initially given up on. 

When they retired to their assigned locker room to change and gather their stuff you walked around the venue until you got to the infirmary. Through the slightly opened door you could smell the omega’s pheromones, the one Hanamiya had affected. It seemed he was now in full-on heat. 

To think he could get away with it so easily was strange. Hanamiya had been tested to see if the suppressant was in his system. When the results were positive it was determined there was no foul. Because he had indeed taken his suppresant it was all overlooked. How dominant an alpha was he that he is able to override the suppressant and release pheromones at will?

As a courtesy you closed the door wondering how incompetent everyone can be. This was a serious situation where someone could easily take advantage of the omega that had been left to rest.

You stood guard outside the door for a moment until the other team’s coach appeared with the doctor who had attended to the omega earlier. You offered an explanation before they could question you, “The door was left open, someone could have gotten hurt.”

To their knowledge you were an alpha, so they panicked slightly at their oversight. 

Not wanting to engage further you left to meet your team.

The whole bus ride back to the school was spent in silent contemplation. Had you never spoken up it could have been avoided. You knew you couldn’t afford to dwell too much on it. 

When you arrived at the school everyone said goodbye and went their separate ways while you and Hanamiya walked back to the club room. There was paperwork and equipment to submit. 

“So what did you think?” Hanamiya finally broke the silence.

“You cheated,” was your simple response. You didn’t want to elaborate or get into it with him so you put up your best front as a nonchalant yet honest athlete. An athlete that was frankly disgusted by their lack of sportsmanship. You knew they could play well; they had put the time and effort into their practices- even Seto. “Winning by cheating isn’t winning at all…it’s not fair-“

“Life’s not fair,” Hanamiya shot back. “I am simply taking advantage of the fact that I can manipulate the court. As dominant alphas, we were born to win.”

Life sure wasn’t fair.

Here you were pretending to be an alpha only to encounter a rare dominant alpha. You tried to leave quietly in hopes of avoiding danger, but you managed to utter a single word under your breath, “Pathetic.” 

He caught your wrist as you tried to walk away.

You looked back into his eyes, trying your best to seem unphased by his behavior. 

“What are you doing?”

“This.”

Hanamiya released his pheromones into the whole of the club room. As soon as it hit your nostrils your hand jerked up to cover your nose and mouth, a dead giveaway of what he had suspected. It took seconds for your body to heat up with a sense of desire to touch and be touched by the alpha before you. You didn’t want to admit it earlier, but his pheromones were strong, much stronger than any you had smelled before. This specific scent seemed way too enticing.

“Hanamiya-” your body went limp unable to withstand the overwhelming presence of a dominant alphas pheromones. Thankfully he caught you before you could hit the floor.

It was faint but Hanamiya managed to make out a sweet scent mingling with his, something sweet and floral. A smirk made its way to his face realizing what was happening. You were going into heat because of him.

Your free hand went to reach for your smartwatch trying to call for help but Hanamiya overpowered you. He held both your hands in his with a strong grip.

Lightheaded, your eyes fluttered shut. This was the first time you had ever been exposed to such strong pheromones for so long without supervision.

“Hot…”

Hanamiya heard you muttering about the heat your body was starting to feel.

You rubbed your thighs together needing some sort of stimulation. Your mind was running wild with thoughts of satisfying the urge you felt to mate, to be bitten, to be with an alpha.

Hanamiya tilted your head up to look at him. Your hooded eyes blankly stared into his in a haze of lust. “My bag-” you uttered with your last shred of decency. 

You needed your emergency suppressant. 

In that moment you wanted Hanamiya more than anything in the world. Your arms wrapped around his neck and his went to your waist. He stumbled slightly when you pulled him down to meet his lips.

It was a pleasant surprise.

You slipped your tongue past his lips and continued to passionately kiss him until your lungs cried for air. That’s when you came to your senses once again and pulled away to breathe.

Hanamiya grinned seeing you gasp for air.

With newfound clarity, you looked for the bag you had dropped and pulled out a syringe. In a single fluid motion, you removed the cap, picked up your skirt, and inserted the needle into your thigh.

Relief washed over you when the heat began to subside. Your body relaxed enough for you to control your limbs and sit on the cold hard floor.

He watched your chest rise and fall gently now that your breathing had returned to normal. It seemed the suppressant had done its job and blocked out his pheromones.

“I guess this makes us even.”

Indignant of his nonchalant attitude you chose silence. You needed your words to come out as stable as possible. Any sign of weakness would shame you into submission and although you had given in to his pheromones for a moment you were damned if you were going to submit to him.

“For what?”

“Well, I let you know one of my secrets... it’s only fair I knew one of yours.”

What irked you most was the fact that he already knew you weren’t an alpha. You needed answers.

“How did you know?”

“Lucky guess.”

Hanamiya was an extremely intelligent and intuitive person. His initial theory had proven to be correct what he didn’t know was the fact that he would uncover more than he had wanted to.

He had his fair share of omegas and none had ever smelled like you.

Just as you were about to threaten him to remain silent about everything your phone began to ring. On the screen, you saw your mother’s face.

“Hello-“

You could barely get a word in when your mother began going off on a tirade. “Y/N where are you? You were supposed to be home an hour ago! Your brother will be there any minute now, I swear all you do is worry us. Can’t you just stick to the rules and-“

“Yes, Mother I understand” If you didn’t cut her off you were worried, she would say something triggering to your situation right now. You were at least relieved to know you had an excuse to part from Hanamiya. Surely, he wouldn’t insist on keeping you when you had someone coming for you.

When you attempted to get up off the floor you stumbled a bit. “I have to go,” you quickly gathered your stuff and walked out leaving a satisfied Hanamiya behind. You were certainly much more entertaining than he had originally thought.

-TBC-

A/N: Hello everyone it’s been a while but I finally wrote part two... 3 years later.

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BOKUTO & AKAASHI | S04E16 vs. CH 261-264

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Hanamiya: Hey Imayoshi did you fall from heaven?

Imayoshi: Really Hana-

Hanamiya: Because so did Satan

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Suppression (1)

Alpha Hanamiya Makoto x Omega Y/N

Omegaverse  |  Angst  |  Drama  |  Romance

Warnings: Language, Violence, Mature/Suggestive Content

Hanamiya Makoto discovers you aren’t an alpha.

Next --->

Mentally you had prepared yourself for the looks and rumors. You practiced responses to all the backhanded compliments and questions that were sure to come. The society you lived in was all about status.

Kirisaki Daiichi is a school with high promotion percentage. It's known to be popular among children from rich families and those with a higher social standing. The only flaw was that it accepted all genders. It fell behind the elite all-alpha high schools that catered to that cream of the crop of the twenty percent alpha population.

That’s the kind of school you were expected to attend.

The fact that you, an alpha from an affluent all-alpha family, had entered Kirisaki Daiichi instead of an all alpha school like your brother left many wondering what was wrong with you. They never suspected the truth but made theories of their own.

The most popular of them all was that you were somehow lacking intellectually. Those who had only heard of you but never seen you thought perhaps your looks were to blame. Be it looks or intellect, they all came to the conclusion that you were unloved or unwanted by your family because of your flaws.

In a way they were correct. They may have never outright verbally expressed it but it was clear enough in their actions and roundabout remarks. You were their greatest failure. Compared to their first born who excelled beyond their expectations you were best forgotten.

It wasn’t always like that.

Up until middle school you had experienced that one percent. There was nothing you couldn't do thanks to your influential family.

It was something your younger self took for granted.

Your father was a renowned author of medical journals who had retired from practicing medicine and your mother a former national tennis champion. Their firstborn, your brother, profited from his inherited good looks and became one of the highest-paid models in the world, recently he even began entertaining offers to transition into acting.

It was a family of strong alpha lineage.

Breeding between alphas is incredibly difficult. Having two children was seen as nothing short of a miracle and so you were extremely doted on by your family as a child.

All that changed in an instant...

One unfortunate day in middle school. A routine school physical identified your second gender as Omega.

“How can this be?” Your mother tightened her grip on the sheet of paper that stated the results. There in black and white was the undeniable truth.

Your father’s once loving gaze turned into one of pity that eventually seemed more like resent. There had been rumors within his family. Several generations ago there had been an Omega on his mother’s side. Now it would seem such rumors were confirmed.

From then on you carried the burden of being living proof of a tainted family history. However your father wouldn’t allow such a huge revelation be brought to light. He paid quite a sum of money to keep those involved silent on the matter. He even went as far as using his old connections in the medical field to forge medical documents.

On paper and to the public you were an alpha.

Your remaining childhood was spent perfecting the lie. A private doctor, knowledgeable on omega physiology, was brought in to monitor and administer the best suppressants for your individual case. It was vital to keep you from going into heat. A collar would be a dead giveaway of what you truly were thus, it was forbidden for you to ever wear one.

For a child that grew up loved to suddenly have it all taken away...

The shame of being an omega in a family of alphas weighed heavily on you but there was nothing you could do. You’d rather put up with these circumstances and live as an alpha in everyone else’s eyes to the alternative.

Society was hard on omegas. They were victims of discrimination, assault, and persecution. Often you heard on the news how unfortunate omegas suddenly went into heat in public. They would be unwillingly mated or worse, paired with someone for the rest of their lives.

Ignorance truly was bliss.

If you could live peacefully as a fake alpha despite your personal life, so be it.

That morning when you left for school your father was nowhere to be seen. He was most likely upstairs in his study tapping away on the computer as he wrote his latest work. Your mother appeared shortly before you left only to give you a last reminder to keep up the family’s image.

You agreed to play the part your parents asked of you.

During the entrance ceremony you sat up front, in the second seat. It seemed you had placed second in your year. The fact that there was someone who scored higher than you was a testament to the school’s admissions.

You heard the whispers.

“Isn’t that her?”

“I heard she didn’t go to the same school as her brother because she didn’t pass the entrance exam.”

“She must be a recessive alpha.”

Even the slightest glance their way would validate their gossip and you were above giving them the attention they wanted so you kept your eyes forward focused on the current speaker at the podium.

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You kept to yourself, never socializing with anyone more than you had to. You gave vague and straightforward responses to questions in order to avoid their prying into your personal life.

It was typical ice princess behavior in their eyes.

And although some talked behind your back for it, others admired the fact that you didn’t try to establish yourself as the social queen of the school just because of your social status. There were plenty of other girls itching to have everyone on their beck and call.

Yet, alphas were known for being sociable charismatic people so you had no choice but to participate and feign a social life.

That’s when it all began. Countless people asked you to join their club or sport. The golf team was especially earnest in their pursuit. At one point their freshman recruiting officer who doubled as the manager of the team somehow became a close acquaintance.

“Come on Y/N,” The short girl quickly packed her stuff at the end of class. She needed to get to the club room quickly but wouldn’t miss another opportunity to convince you. “It’s co-ed,” she wiggled her brows trying to entice you with the opportunity to interact with boys.

“Sorry, I’m not interested.”

“Hmph,” she exhaled puffing her cheeks. “Fine I give up for today but I’ll keep annoying you until you accept.” She ran out of the classroom at full speed.

You had to admit her passion for the team was admirable.

It was unfortunate that you liked her because you couldn’t open up to her and truly become friends.

But by far the most unfortunate thing was the fact the staff saw you as an opportunity to boost their image. After a few months they began to work up the courage to approach you.

“Miss Y/N, can I talk to you for a second?”

The bell had just rung, signaling the end of the school day. Everyone had left in a hurry except for you and those who had no choice but to stay since they were on cleaning duty.

You nodded your head and followed him as he lead you down the halls.

“Miss Y/N we couldn’t help but notice you haven’t signed onto any extra curricular activities. Here at Kirisaki Daiichi we require that every student go beyond academic success.”

You sighed perfectly aware of what he was getting at. In middle school you had been part of the Tennis club as a solo player. It didn’t require much interaction with others and was the sport with the shortest season. The circumstances allowed you to go about your heat period without complications. Everyone at that school bent over backwards for you considering your lineage. It was perhaps the only time you were thankful for your mother’s influence.

“This school doesn’t have a tennis team,” you very matter-of-factly pointed out “And I’m not interested in any other sport.”

“Then how about starting one.” Kirisaki Daiichi was also willing to do whatever it took to boost their image. If you, the daughter of a national champion, were to start and lead the team it would be idealistic propaganda. Many more affluent families would be interested in the school.

“That sounds like a lot of work.”

Hanamiya smirked when he caught onto your conversation with the teacher. He hadn’t thought much of you when you sat quietly at the front of the class. It was interesting though to see you so blatantly shrug off the teacher.

“Then what if you were to simply coach the other girls? We will put the team together and you instruct them.”

“A student coach?” That seemed far better but would still require you to interact with others often. The closer you became to others, the more chances there would be for someone to catch on to your frequently scheduled absences. After a moment of silence you looked up at the teacher to acknowledge him. “I’ll think about it.”

With those final words you walked away towards the school gates. Just as you were about to pop your earphones in you heard your name being called.

You turned around to see Hanamiya Makoto standing surprisingly close to you, enough to merit you taking a step back. All you knew about him was the fact that he was in your class and through the halls you had heard his name one or two times.

What business did he have with you?

“Don’t bother with the old man’s request.” Hanamiya kept his distance as he proposed an idea to you. “Come be the basketball team’s manager.”

“I don’t know anything about basketball.”

“You don’t have to,” he smirked.

-TBC-

A/N: My favorite manga site is down so here I am writing instead of reading. It has been a while since I saw KNB but my passion for the bad boys is still alive. It will be getting dark and mature so read on with caution. 

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Sore Loser (Seto)

Seto Kentaro x Reader

Warning: Words & Suggestive Content

A sore loser takes his anger out on you when he loses to Kirisaki Daiichi.

“There she is...”

You were completely unaware of all the attention you were receiving from across the hall. Your eyes were solely fixed on the tall figure before you. His slicked-back hair a sign that he had been called on by Hanamiya today.

“Sorry I missed it was hard getting time off work.” You pushed your hair back over your shoulder in an attempt to placate your wild locks. They had gone through significant turmoil as you rushed and ran the last few blocks.

“You should quit,” Hanamiya bluntly suggested. He wasn’t a fan of overachieving students like you who tried their best to the point of exhaustion.

His blunt statements no longer fazed you. Ignoring him completely, you strode past him to attach yourself to the owner of your heart. He was warm and sweaty but you could care less. The sight of his slightly exhausted face made you want to take him back to your place for a nap.

Seto comfortably leaned into you, his hand resting on the small of your back. His lips gently pressing against your forehead in the usual gentle greeting ritual that was a stark contrast to his appearance. 

“You should have gone straight home.” 

It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate your presence, rather he was worried knowing how hard they worked you at your part-time job.

“I wanted to cheer for you.” 

Hara pointed out you were still in your uniform which did nothing for him, unlike your usual short school uniform skirt. “Shouldn’t you wear something sexier to raise our spirits?”

The comment earned him a glare and click of your tongue. You knew “I don’t give a f*ck about your spirit.” 

Unbeknownst to you, the opposing team was grumbling as they glanced in your direction. A couple of them scowled feeling a sense of misplaced anger towards you who they had seen several times cheering on their cheating rival. Their captain instructed everyone to get over the loss and get ready to leave. 

A few of the younger members didn’t agree with him. They thought they had a duty to look out for their seniors. They wanted to do something about the injustice they faced.

“I’ll be waiting outside.” You let go of Seto’s hand so he could follow the guys into the locker room. The night was relatively warm but the cool breeze made up for it. It was ideal idling around weather. 

You leisurely walked with your phone in hand, mindlessly scrolling through social media until you got to a bench behind the gymnasium that was empty. It never crossed your mind to take a look around so you were legitimately startled when someone called your name. 

“Y/N-” 

A guy with light brown hair sat beside you on your left while a blonde took the right seat. One look at their uniform was all you needed to know why they were here. This wasn’t your first time being approached by guys from other schools. It was your experience that told you it was best to avoid them.

“That’s your name right?” His eyes roamed to your chest where your nametag gave away that he was indeed correct.

You got up to leave but only took a few steps when the light haired guy quickly caught up blocking your way and nearly making you bump into him. You took a step back only to bump into his friend.

“What the f*ck do you want?”

They were both slightly taken back by your language, not expecting the expletive.

“You’re that guy’s girlfriend right?”

“That’s none of your business-” when you took a step to the side they followed. 

“That guy hurt our captain’s shoulder. Coach said he might be out for the rest of the season.”

Honestly you weren’t in favor of the tricks or their manipulative plays. After watching for so long you were desensitized to their behavior. It was beyond you to feel their pain. Instead you celebrated Seto’s victory.

You sighed.

“Listen, talking to me isn’t going to change anything so back off and go home.” You looked back to his friend making sure they knew you were talking to both of them. 

This time when you tried to leave the light haired guy held onto your arm and tightly pulled you back. The quick motion caught you off-guard for a moment causing you to crash into him.

The moment was all seen by Seto who had been looking for you. He didn’t know what their business was with you and he didn’t care. All he knew was what he saw.

“Oh they better run,” Hara taunted with laughter when he saw Seto walk faster than he has ever before. “Should we watch?”

Hanamiya didn’t even stop to look. “What’s the point, it’ll be over the moment they see him.” He knew physical violence was unnecessary for such a scary looking guy like him.

Those first years were nothing but benchwarmers. They had only seen Seto from afar, failing to recognize how overpowering the army of one could be. As soon as he came up to them he pried the unknown guy’s hand off of you with no effort.

You happily joined his side now that they could no longer stand in your way. When you reached for his hand Seto noticed a bruise forming on your wrist.

“Did they do this to you?”

The guys took a step back, their faces a mix of anger and frustration. “We did nothing compared to you. Our captain’s shoulder is probably broken-”

“So?” He caught them off with one word. Then ignored them for a moment to grab his jacket out of his bag when he felt the wind pick up. He draped it over your shoulders to ensure your warmth. 

“Better?”

You nodded appreciating his attention to detail.

His lips curved up at the sight of his oversized jacket on you. It was gone in an instant when he turned his attention back to the offenders.

“Don’t come near her again,” Seto’s voice seemed deeper when he warned them. “If you have a problem with me then you come to me.”

The guys had to stretch their necks to look at him. The height difference was enough of a threat, however these two knew Kirisaki Daiichi would deliver on their threats on or off the court. 

“Whatever, let’s go.”

“That’s no fun,” Hara booed when he saw them leave with their tails between their legs. 

You leaned on Seto to take your shoe off and throw it at Hara. The bubble-popping weirdo caught it despite your wishes to have it hit him.

“Don’t mind him,” Seto picked you up and carried you over to Hara to retrieve your shoe. He took a hold of it and continued to walk home with you in his arms.

“I can walk.”

“It’s faster this way.”

You didn’t mind the stares but you wondered where this burst of energy came from. Usually after games he lazily leaned on you the entire walk home. When he walked past your home and into his you only gave him a look of confusion.

“From now on you aren’t allowed to leave my side.”

“We literally live next door to each other.”

He nodded in understanding but, “No one is home.” He couldn’t leave you to fend for yourself again. From now on he had to pay closer attention to your safety. 

He brought you to his room and finally set you down.

You were touched by his sudden overprotective behavior brought on by today’s incident. “I’m fine Ken-kun” you brought him over to sit on his bed. With him seated you stood in front of him, between his legs, now able to meet his eyes. “I’m actually pretty tough, you know?”

“I know,” his arms wrapped around you. “I still worry.”

“I know,” you copied his monotonous response. A giggle erupted at his stern look. “Thank you for worrying.”

At this height you were better able to kiss him, so you did. First it was a peck on the forehead then on the lips.

But a peck wasn’t enough.

Seto held you closer as he captured your lips. The two of you kissed in the silence of his home forgetting the whole ordeal. When it got intense he fell back onto his fluffy bed bringing you along on top of him. 

One thing you loved about your boyfriend was his passion for rest. Since he loved to sleep, his bed was always well-maintained. He kept the sheets clean, invested in a good mattress, and pillows.

“Oh,” you smirked playfully. “I thought you wanted me to rest?”

“Rest after.”

-end-

A/N: Thank you for encouraging me to write this one and hopefully I’ll get to Hanamiya too ^^

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Show Off!

Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

Fluff  |  Romance

Warnings: None

Showing off in front of you and with you.

“I don’t like playing with you when you’re like this!” Lev shouted as he was once again shut down by Kuroo. The tall boy knew how his captain liked to show off in front of his girlfriend. 

“Like what,” the rooster-headed captain smirked.

There was nothing he loved more than displaying his talents for you. He had never asked but he suspected the reason you fell in love with him in the first place was thanks to his moves on the court. After all, you never shared a classroom with him until this year, the only time he imagined you saw him was when you would admittedly go to games.

“You know she’s not even looking.”

Kuroo looked over at the gym entrance where he had caught you standing with one of the other team’s managers. You were nowhere to be seen but he could clearly hear your melodic laughter being carried into the gym. 

“Hmmm...” puzzled, he wandered out where he caught you giggling at Bokuto’s antics. Turns out the other manager was Fukorodani’s and you had been strung along into conversation with their spiky-haired ace.

You giggled at the animated retelling of Bokuto’s spike earlier. He jumped up slamming down on nothing but air. You couldn’t help your eyes from following his movements when it was being done for your sake. 

“That's how I got past the demon cats.” Bokuto desperately wanted to let you know of this particular spike knowing all too well about your relationship with the captain of said demon cats. His friendship with Kuroo was strong enough to withstand this much.

“Ha-” Kuroo exhaled unamused by his owl-like friend as he took his place beside you. His hand securing a hold of yours. “Don’t you have your own girlfriend to show off to?”

Bokuto was about to go off on the rooster-head captain. He knew very well he didn’t have a girlfriend yet he came around parading you in front of everyone. It wasn’t fair. Thankfully Akaashi was able to hold him back allowing you two some alone time.

“Don’t talk to that horned owl bastard.”

“Why not? He was telling me all about your game.” You let go of his hand opting to wrap your arms around him and apologizing for missing it. “Sorry I couldn’t be here sooner.”

You had to take a remedial lesson that stretched on until mid-afternoon leaving Nekoma without their manager for the beginning of the training camp.

“You are probably the only class 5 student doing remedial classes.”

Class 5 was a college preparatory class that both you and Kuroo were in. You were smart and held your own in every subject except one.

“We can’t all be good at everything like you Captain.”

He smirked taking a sharp turn behind the gym and pressing your back against the wall. He had been specifically warned by Coach Nekomata about fooling around during training since it was well known that you two were dating but he couldn’t help himself. 

You stared up at him as he leaned into the point where his lips were brushing up against yours. “You think I’m good at everything?”

Your face took on a bright shade of pinkish-red along the ears and apples of your cheeks. “I never said that-”

“But you did.”

“That’s what you chose to hear.”

Kuroo closed the last gap between the two of you, attaching his lips to yours. His arm wrapping around your waist while his free hand held your face in place. He knew you would try to reason with him and bring up the coach’s warning but he had to get in at least one kiss.

“Tetsu-”

He responded by sealing your lips back up. This time his tongue pushed past your lips as he became much more aggressive. The hand around your waist began to pull up your shirt until his hand was making contact with the smoothness of your skin. 

His fingertips had just grazed the underwire of your bra when he heard the excited hollering of the owl with frosted tips he thought he had left behind.

“No fair!” Bokuto hollered and pointed whining about how much handsomer he was than Kuroo.

Accompanying him this time were Hinata and Kageyama as well.

The two first years were speechless, their jaws dropped and eyes wide open. Seeing Kuroo getting intimate with his girlfriend behind the gym was a bit much for the innocent duo. Their faces were a bright Nekoma red yet they couldn’t turn away.

Akaashi held his hands over their eyes. “Children shouldn’t watch this.”

Finally, Hinata reacted with a late loud shout that caused others to come running. 

“What’s going on?” Sugawara and Kenma were two of them. Suga quickly took over protecting the youth allowing Akaashi to reel in the older child.

Kenma silently shook his head all too familiar with this scene.

All Kuroo did was smirk, no sense of shame or embarrassment could ever be present when you were around. He was proud to have you as his girlfriend and he didn’t care who saw him.

 You were proud of him too but lacked the nerves of steel. 

“Kuroo!” you pulled your shirt back down and hid behind him. Your heart thumped loudly in your ears knowing this would be what everyone talks about tomorrow.

-end-

A/N: As if I don’t already have so many neglected stories on other blogs. Oh well, I wanted to write this so I did and I hope you all enjoy ^^

Haven’t written in a long time... haven’t seen the anime or read the manga in a while too so I hope I got everything right lol.

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Omegaverse

What is the Omegaverse?

A world where there are not only males and females but also alphas, betas, and omegas. This is considered the second sex.

Alpha, Beta, & Omega Characteristics

Alphas- Born with good figures, brains, and physiques. They are naturally charismatic and/or posses leadership qualities. They tend to have high positions within society. Many hold political power and influence. They experience a rapid mating season called a “rut” during which they desire omegas in heat and can become more violent. They carry pheromones that differentiate them by class, have a high sperm count, and have a high chance of reproduction with omegas. ( α )

Betas- For the most part these are normal humans. Within the overall population they are considered the most common. They generally marry other betas in which case would be extremely likely to produce more betas. Since they are so average they are typically used by the alphas but if they work hard enough they can marry an alpha and gain recognition in society through them. They do not go into heat/estrus but do get turned on by an omega’s pheromones and unlike the alphas, they can maintain control over reason. ( β )

Omegas- Regardless of whether they are male or female, the can become pregnant. They experience regular mating seasons that interfere with their usual lives (school and work), resulting in lower positions within society. They produce sex pheromones and go into estrus for seven days every month. During estrus they are extremely fertile. ( Ω )

Division of the Population

20% Alpha

70%  Beta

10% Omega  (male omegas being the rarest)

What is Estrus?

The first time estrus happens is between the ages of 12-18. The same goes for an alpha’s heat.

An omega’s hormones produce sex pheromones that are mixed in with their sweat and bodily fluids. Alphas and betas do not produce these pheromones. During the month a large amount of omega hormones accumulate within the body. During estrus, the large amount of hormones are converted into sex pheromones and released. It is said that the pheromones smell sweet. This release of pheromones continues for approximately seven days (period varies). This is a special process for omegas to seduce the alphas with a high fertility rate.

When alphas sense the omega pheromones they suddenly go into heat. Once in heat all conscious thought is abandoned and they may possibly become violent with the intention to breed the omega.

The Mate System & Pairing

When having intercourse during estrus the alpha will bite the omega near the back of the neck and the two become “mated”. The bite mark will be permanent. For an alpha there are no changes. But to an omega, if they are mated during estrus they become unable to have sex with partners outside of their mate. If they have sex with other partners, dizziness, headache, and vomiting will occur. It is unheard of to reverse a mating. There are times when an alpha and omega’s pheromones (unrelated to estrus) attract each other. For them, they feel it at first sight and will definitely fall in love with each other. However this is a rare case called “soul bonding” and many consider it to be an urban legend.

When alphas and omegas form a unique connection they are called a pair. A pair is formed when an alpha bites an omega’s nape while having sex during heat/estrus. Once a pair is formed an omega will only go into heat for their alpha and if an omega has sex with anyone but their pair their body will go into extreme shock. “Fated pairs” also exist, where both people will be strongly attracted to each other the moment they meet.

As mentioned in the graphic, collars are used by omegas who wish to protect themselves from an unwanted alpha bite. 

Heat Prevention Medicine

There are various medicines which suppress mating periods and pheromones available. Typically, omegas are encouraged to regularly take medication throughout their heat periods if they do not have a mate/pair or risk being at the mercy of any rogue alpha that catches onto their pheromones. 

NOTE: This is not my original content. It is a compilation of what I have read from omegaverse manga. There are always variations and differences between each author/mangaka’s omegaverse but generally it is something along these lines. If you wish to go in depth I encourage you all to look into omegaverse manga. Typically it is BL or Yaoi manga and it can get graphic so reader discretion is advised. 

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Sore Loser (Hara)

Hara Kazuya x Reader

Warning: Words/Violence & Non-consensual kissing

A sore loser takes his anger out on you when he loses to Kirisaki Daiichi.

"You... You’re the bitch from Kirisaki Daiichi!”

You groaned from the impact of the wall on your back. When you opened your eyes you were met by the disgusting puke green of the Senshinkan High jersey on the guy who followed you once he saw you were alone.

After the game, you provided water and towels to the team before they retreated to the locker room. Hara always dragged you in there teasing you about helping him change, luckily enough Seto always stepped in and unhooked Hara’s arm from around your shoulders.

It wasn’t that you were a shy person but Hara was just too bold. He really didn’t mind having others see the things he did to you or the other way around.

One time you had left a pretty big hickey on his collar bone. You had made sure to put it just out of sight, where his shirt would surely cover. Unfortunately for you it was the first hickey you had ever dared to leave on him. Hara was so proud of it he went to school the next day without a tie, the first few buttons of his shirt open, and the mark on full display.

“She finally got the guts to mark me,” he announced with a shit-eating grin. You couldn’t look the rest of the guys in the eye the entire day after that.

You hadn’t walked far and were still in the building yet this guy was able to push you into a pretty secluded hall. There were signs that marked the passageway as restricted. 

Trespassing was the least of his concerns. All he could think about was how badly his team had gotten hurt during their game with Kirisaki Daiichi. 

“You know what they did to us!”

“I um-” you looked away knowing exactly what he meant. You knew all too well of their tactics but had no say in it. This was the first time you were being called out on it.

He had a good grip on your arms as he shook you. “What a bunch of worthless cheating assholes.”

“Get off of me!” You struggled against him, trying to push him away when his nails started digging into you. It was clear this guy intended to take out his frustrations on you.

“Shut up,” his hand went over your mouth. His eyes left yours for a moment to look you over. They lingered on your chest contemplating his next move. His hands soon followed as they began to feel you up and down. "I’m not above playing dirty off the court.”

“Stop-”

He shut you up with a kiss. His hands holding yours when you attempted to hit him.

That’s when you heard it.

Pop.

Hara’s bubble popped. He rushed over when he thought he heard your muffled voice and now to personally witness this sleazy scumbag forcing himself onto his girlfriend... he lost it.

Hara pulled the guy off of you and slammed him face-first into the wall opposite you. He held him there with all his strength, a hand on his neck intending to cut off his air if he so much as moved.

“Kazuya,” you happily hugged him burying your face in his back. You were upset that he saw you like that, that you were unable to prevent it.

“Let go you-”

Hara turned the guy around slamming his back into the wall as he had done to you. One of his hands went to his neck and held down tightly to limit his breathing.

“Touching my Y/N-chan was a big mistake...” He applied more pressure causing the guy’s lips to go pale while his face became red as he attempted to breathe. “Kissing her was a death wish I will gladly fulfill for you.”

It was one thing for Hara to go along with Hanamiya’s tactics on the court. You wouldn’t allow him to become a murderer for your sake. 

“Kazu-kun stop,” you worriedly looked up at him knowing how mad he was. “Let’s just go before someone sees us.”

He softened at the sight of your tear-stained cheeks. Realizing what you wanted most was to get away from the guy.

The moment Hara let go of the guy he fell to the ground coughing, gasping for air. But it wasn’t enough for him. Hara kicked him a few times before taking a hold of your hand and pulled you out of there. He didn’t stop until you were safely outside and away from everyone.

He held your face in his hands, his thumbs wiping away the trail of tears. “I should kill him...” He knew it was his fault you were like this. That you were targeted because of him. He sucked at apologizing though and it wasn’t like he would stop. If anything he was sure he would reserve this extra hostility for his next game with Senshinkan.

“That’s not necessary.” You put your hands on top of his to assure him you were fine now that he was by your side. 

Hara leaned in for a gentle, chaste kiss. There was no devilish smirk after, no roguish lick, no eager tongue slipping past your lips, or playful bite. It was the first time he had ever kissed you like this.

You didn’t like it.

“I’m okay,” you assured him. Hara was someone who never admitted he was upset yet his actions honestly portrayed it.

If you said you were alright then he would take your word for it. But he would be damned if he ever even gave someone the opportunity to taste what was his again. He’d cut their fucking tongue off!

“From now on you aren’t allowed to leave my side.”

-end-

A/N: Should I do this prompt for Seto and Hanamiya as well?