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majimikky · 11 days ago

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✿ A small drawing as the cover of my fanfic. I wanted to capture this light melancholy to describe how Mikey feels at the moment. But also to give you an idea of the atmosphere my fanfic will have.

Pairing: Takemichi x Mikey

Genre: Omegaverse, angst, everyday life, romance, psychological trauma

Side pairing: Shinichiro x Wakasa & Kakucho x Izana

Side character: Emma, Draken, Chifuyu, Baji, Kazutora, Mitsuya, A-Kun

My character in FanFic: Sano Mikky

"It’s hard when you’re an omega who can’t find peace either among your family or your friends. It’s hard when you have problems with your parents. It’s hard when you can’t accept your existence, when you don’t understand your own feelings. When you just want to disappear. That’s why it’s nice when there’s a bright shining Sun beside you, ready to show you the right path and make you happy."

:･ﾟ✧ Harsh Wind, Warm Sun ✧:･ﾟ

The hot drops falling from the shower endlessly cascaded over the curled-up body of the omega, enveloping his skin with searing warmth. The water streamed down his back, disappearing across the cold tiles, as Mikey sat motionless on the floor, his hands resting loosely on his knees. His wet hair clung to his face, concealing his gaze, which was lost in the pattern of the tiles in front of him. He wasn’t thinking about anything in particular, yet he felt a heaviness in his mind—as though fatigue and tension had merged into something indescribable.

The pain in his back was dull but constant—a reminder of something he couldn’t escape. He tried to ignore it, letting the hot water ease the tension, but he knew it wasn’t enough. His muscles were stiff, his breathing uneven, as if each breath drained him even more.

His vision blurred for a moment, thoughts spinning around how long he had been sitting there. Time seemed to lose meaning—the only thing that mattered was the warm stream keeping him on the brink of some fragile sense of peace. He knew he needed to get up, to return to reality, but his body refused to obey. Any movement would bring a new wave of exhaustion and discomfort, and he simply couldn’t face it.

A quiet sigh escaped his lips as his eyelids slowly drooped over his tired eyes. He took a deep breath, letting the warm air of the bathroom fill his lungs, but the heaviness in his body remained. The hot water and solitude couldn’t wash away the deep-seated fatigue that had settled within him.

The moments of stillness, however, were interrupted by a faint knock on the door. The dull sound seemed to pull him out of his thoughts. His head turned slowly toward the source of the noise. — Manjiro? Are you okay? - his brother’s familiar, slightly worried voice came from the other side. - You’ve been in there too long. Did you fall asleep?

Mikey stayed silent for a moment, his lips curving into a faint smile as he listened. Shinichiro never missed a chance to distract him, even in the grayest of moments. — I’m fine, Shin-nii, - he finally replied after a slight delay. - I was just thinking. Don’t worry, I’ll be out soon! — Don’t do that. One day, if you don’t answer me, I’ll have to break the door down to make sure you haven’t drowned! - Shin laughed softly, adding a hint of humor that always managed to lighten the mood.

Mikey chuckled under his breath, even though he knew his brother couldn’t see him — Come on, get ready. Didn’t you say you wanted to go out? Emma will be upset if she ends up cooking just for you again! — Yeah, yeah, I got it. I’ll be out soon!

He heard Shin’s quiet footsteps retreating from the door, leaving Mikey alone once more. The room fell silent again, broken only by the sound of the water drops falling from the shower.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Mikey tried to clear his mind. Slowly, his hands moved to brush the wet hair away from his face before he turned off the hot water. A wave of dizziness hit him—the heat had dulled his senses. His skin was flushed, his back aching slightly from the uncomfortable position he’d been sitting in.

With a final effort, he stood up, taking a few unsteady steps as he reached for his robe. But something in the bathroom caught his eye, and his heart seemed to skip a beat.

The mirror.

It stood there above the sink, uncovered this time. Mikey froze. His gaze involuntarily landed on the reflection—his reddened face, dazed expression, the steam shrouding everything like a heavy veil. He couldn’t bear it.

It stood there, over the sink, uncovered this time. Mikey froze. His gaze involuntarily stopped on the reflection—his flushed face, the dazed look in his eyes, and the steam that surrounded everything like a heavy veil. He couldn’t bear it.

Clenching his teeth, he turned his head away and cursed quietly. He quickly left the bathroom, feeling the cold air hit his overheated body. The fabric of the robe wrapped around him softly, bringing slight relief. Finally, he could breathe again.

Mikey slumped onto the bed, letting the cold calm him. The temperature in his body gradually normalized, but the heaviness inside him didn’t fade.

A few minutes later, as the warmth from the shower began to dissipate and the steam, like a gentle cloud, vanished, Manjiro felt lighter, his heartbeat slowing into a steady rhythm. The redness in his cheeks faded, and the mirror that had troubled him earlier was left behind in the bathroom, rendered insignificant. He chuckled softly at himself, thinking it might finally be time to get rid of it for good. There was no reason to keep it. If anyone asked why, he’d simply say he didn’t like seeing himself naked while showering. No further explanations were necessary.

The day outside was clear, with gentle sunbeams caressing the room’s walls. Shinichiro had apparently drawn the curtains back to let the light in. That small gesture, which Manjiro always quietly appreciated, was more than just pulling back a curtain. It was a moment of peace that filled his soul with warmth, like a comforting embrace. It was hard to explain why such small acts brought him such relief. They gave him a sense of safety and warmth that he couldn’t find anywhere else.

Slowly, he dressed in lighter clothes that would allow him to feel the sun’s warmth. As his body straightened, he still felt the residual heat lingering around the room. Without realizing it, he found himself in the kitchen, already enveloped in the familiar scents of family life. The aroma of a home-cooked meal wafting through the house refreshed him like a cool breeze. As always, it was thanks to Emma, who had a way of preparing dishes that not only satisfied but also carried the comfort of home.

Unexpectedly, as he opened the kitchen door, Manjiro caught the presence of Emma’s helper—the familiar, subtle scent of lavender blended with something sweet and fresh, almost like plums, which he couldn’t mistake. It was a scent he knew well, one that brought a sense of calm and stability — Well, look who finally decided to come out of his room, - the white-haired omega said with a mildly disapproving but calm tone as they placed the last plate on the table. Emma, meanwhile, was pulling cold juice bottles out of the fridge, smiling at the lively noise filling the space. - I thought I’d have to cook something for you if you decided to sleep after your shower. — That wouldn’t have been necessary, Iza-nii, - Manjiro replied in a slightly teasing tone, smiling as he glanced at the table. The aromas from the dishes blended together, creating a cozy, almost magical atmosphere. - Because I know you’d make my portion and just tell me to warm it up. — Don’t be so sure of yourself, - came the calm but slightly annoyed response, with a glance toward the open door. Izana raised an eyebrow, their eyes locking onto Mikey, who was already making his way to the table. - Shinichiro! Hurry up, we’re not waiting for you forever! Even Mikey showed up faster than you!

Izana spoke in that slightly condescending yet detail-oriented tone that everyone recognized. When he turned to Shinichiro, for a moment, Shinichiro felt like a child being scolded, even though he wasn’t at fault. It was strange how Izana could sometimes make him feel that way. But now wasn’t the time for such thoughts, right?

Shinichiro, for his part, had just arrived, and their eyes met briefly. His face, despite attempting to remain calm, betrayed a hint of tension. Late, as always, yet he knew this wasn’t just an ordinary situation. The unease about something he couldn’t quite put into words lingered.

Emma, sitting on the floor with her cup, simply laughed, her eyes sparkling with playful mischief. To her, these moments were merely amusing—a kind of daily routine that filled her heart with laughter and joy. While she didn’t take sides, she always found a way to see the humor in things. — You’ll probably make us laugh when you explain why you couldn’t show up sooner, Shinichiro, - she said with a slightly teasing smile, watching as he finally took a seat at the table.

Their grandfather, Mansaku Sano, was already in his usual spot, seated with a newspaper in hand. He didn’t interfere in their conversations, preferring to watch quietly from the sidelines with a smile on his face. He was simply there—still and silent.

Manjiro glanced at him and felt that familiar sense of calm that only his grandfather’s presence could create. Sometimes, Manjiro wasn’t sure if his grandfather truly noticed all these small moments of tension that passed through their home. But that didn’t matter. His presence alone was like the warmth of the midday sun—quiet but comforting, and always in the right place.

These moments... Yes, they meant so much to Manjiro. And though he couldn’t express it or feel confident enough to admit it aloud, they were the light in his days. Especially when sleepless nights kept him awake, his thoughts tormenting him. Or when he stood under the hot shower, consumed by reflection—a strange balance between solitude and the need for connection. But these moments—when the whole family gathered around the table—he cherished them deeply in his heart as something truly priceless.

Seated in their places and having said the customary prayer before eating, the moment was filled with warmth and their characteristic casual chatter. While their grandfather ate quietly and read his newspaper, Izana and Shinichiro began their usual discussions.

Izana, with his seriousness and sharp mind, often seemed like the older brother in spirit. Yet, when it came to witty remarks or playful challenges, he couldn’t resist teasing Shinichiro.

Shinichiro, on the other hand, though not the strongest physically, had a charisma that earned everyone’s respect. His natural leadership and calm confidence made him loved not just by his family but by those outside it as well.

The mealtime was filled with lively conversations and banter that brightened the moment. Shinichiro and Manjiro always found ways to bring humor and freshness to the atmosphere, dispelling any tension.

Emma and Mansaku listened with smiles, occasionally joining in with brief comments. Their grandfather, who seemed engrossed in his meal and newspaper, would sneak glances at them, his eyes subtly radiating affection and pride.

When the meal was over and everyone began clearing the table, Emma's behavior was noticeably different. She moved quickly, with a hurriedness she rarely displayed. Slightly tense, she urged her brothers to hurry so they could finish as soon as possible. Izana raised an eyebrow, observing her actions with barely concealed surprise, while Mikey continued at his usual pace, seemingly unbothered. — Emma, why are you rushing so much? - Shinichiro finally asked, clearly intrigued by her change in behavior.

Mikey turned to his sister with mild curiosity, while Izana, who had been holding back, answered instead: — Emma's in a hurry for us to go out together so I can help her pick a birthday gift for Draken.- His tone carried a hint of irritation, and Emma visibly blushed, lowering her head.

Shinichiro studied her expression before commenting with a half-smile: — A birthday gift? Isn't it a bit early for that?

Emma frowned slightly, patting Izana on the shoulder in annoyance at his tone. Her cheeks flushed as she tried to stay composed. — You don't understand! - she exclaimed, her face reddening further. Her gaze dropped to the table, as if seeking solace in the woodgrain patterns. After a brief pause, she added softly, — I know it's the end of January. I know there's still time until his birthday, but... - Her words hung in the air. She bit her lip, seemingly struggling to continue. - But I want to give him something truly beautiful. Something that will remind him of me. After all, when he turns 17...

Silence. The atmosphere in the kitchen shifted. What had started as a casual conversation now carried an unspoken weight. Shinichiro looked slightly embarrassed, realizing his question had been sharper than intended. He diverted his gaze to the sink, as if seeking an excuse to avoid breaking the silence — You don’t have to worry so much. - Izana’s voice was softer this time, almost warm. He stepped closer to his sister, placing a hand on her shoulder. - Whatever you give him, I’m sure he’ll like it. Besides, I’m here to help you. - He shrugged, casting a casual glance toward Mikey. - Otherwise, you’d have to rely on these two—Shinichiro and Mikey. And they’re... useless.

His sarcasm was understated, but his words seemed to calm Emma. She took a step forward and unexpectedly hugged him, burying her face in his chest. Izana looked visibly flustered, his lips twitching as if to say something, but he remained silent. Instead, he placed a hand on her head, awkwardly patting it. — Alright, enough. You don’t always have to hug me, - he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, but she could sense his slight discomfort. — Thank you, Izana. - Her quiet voice came from where her face was nestled.

Shinichiro, who was washing dishes, allowed himself a faint smile. He left them in peace, clearing the table in their stead.

Mikey, tense as a bowstring, watched the scene from the sidelines without saying a word. The warmth of the kitchen and the gentle atmosphere surrounding his siblings seemed to envelop him, but he couldn’t relax. Every word related to Draken’s birthday was like a punch to his gut.

"May 10."

The date echoed in his mind like a relentless refrain, something he couldn’t escape. He felt his heart tighten, the air in the room growing heavy, as though invisible walls were closing in on him.

He pressed his lips together to keep his unease from showing, but his chest constricted, and his palms began to sweat. Izana’s words seemed to fade into the distance, drowned out by his own pulse pounding in his ears.

"I need to get out. Now." While Izana and Emma continued their conversation, he stood up almost mechanically, moving like a shadow. He carefully avoided others’ gazes—his steps were light, almost soundless, as if he feared someone might stop him. His heart pounded so hard that his chest seemed to resonate with tension. The only echo in his mind was: "Draken... his birthday... I can't..."

When he finally stepped out of the kitchen and into the hallway, Mikey leaned against the wall, as though every step he had taken had drained all his strength. His breath was ragged, and his hands trembled as he pressed them against his face. It felt as if panic was enveloping him like a dark wave, rising higher and higher, threatening to swallow him whole.

"I can't think about it..." he whispered to himself, his words barely audible. He wanted to escape these thoughts, to hide in some quiet corner where no one could find him. The pain was raw, like an old wound reopening. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to calm the storm in his mind. "I just need to breathe... go outside..."

Before he realized it, his hands were already on the door, and the cool air outside washed over him like a gentle touch. Yet instead of calming him, it only emphasized the emptiness in his chest. Mikey leaned against the railing in front of the house, looking down at the street, trying to steady his breathing.

Draken had been his best friend. Truly, his best friend. He always found a way to pull Mikey out of the darkness whenever he was sinking into it. Draken had been like a steady pillar in his life—a moral compass that helped him not to lose himself. Without him, Mikey wouldn't be the person he was today.

But the mention of Draken’s birthday was like a knife slicing deeply through his thoughts. It was a trigger that made his entire being tense up, as though preparing for a battle—one that, however, was raging within him.

That’s why Mikey had ended up outside. He didn’t have the strength to stay indoors. He needed air, movement, anything to stop the whirlwind of thoughts consuming him.

His breathing slowly began to normalize, and the heat coursing through him gradually gave way to a sense of coolness. His heart, which had been pounding like a drum moments ago, started to calm down. Mikey relaxed, allowing himself to sit on the ground, placing a hand on his chest as if to feel that his pulse was no longer so insistent.

He leaned back against the railing, closing his eyes for a moment, hoping that even a single minute of peace would be enough. "Just one minute," he thought, trying to ignore the thoughts still entangling his mind. But even in the silence of this moment, the weight of memories continued to press on him.

When the minute of silence was over, feeling his breath fully returned to normal, Mikey slowly got up, brushing off invisible specks of dust from his clothes. He looked at the small yard in front of his home. Everything was as quiet as always, but instead of offering comfort, the silence weighed on him. He needed something, anything—even just a walk to distract him.

"Maybe the pharmacy," he thought, though it was a strange choice. He didn’t need any pills, but ever since Izana had been with them, those small errands had turned into a routine task. A habit he hadn’t given up, even though there was no longer any need for it.

For a few seconds, Mikey took a deep breath, trying to bring his body back to "normal." Slowly, he moved away from the house, and when he crossed the threshold, he paused for a moment. He stood with his back to the house, head bowed, as if the weight of his thoughts was pressing down on him. He shoved his hands into his pants’ pockets and took the first steps that distanced him from the only place where he had ever felt peace.

Even though he claimed he wanted to go for a walk to the pharmacy, his movements were mechanical. The streets, the buildings, the path—everything was so familiar that this couldn’t be called a walk. But it was still better than shutting himself away somewhere and trying to tame his thoughts.

Soon, he would have a meeting with the boys from “Toman”, which meant he had to maintain control. He was their leader—and as a dominant omega, he had no right to show weakness. The expectations placed on him were immense. It would’ve been different if Mikey had been an alpha—but he wasn’t. And that only made everything more complicated.

Absorbed in these thoughts, Mikey didn’t notice how quickly he’d reached the pharmacy. A quiet chime accompanied the door opening, announcing his entrance. Inside, it was calm—a woman was browsing medications while an employee at the corner was organizing products near the section for alphas and omegas. Without wasting time, Mikey headed toward the shelf where the pills he needed were stored.

Izana was a special case when it came to suppressants. His body reacted differently to standard medications designed for omegas, creating a number of problems. Instead of stabilizing his pheromones and alleviating the symptoms of his heat, regular pills caused unwanted side effects like headaches, dizziness, or even extreme fatigue. This forced Shinichiro to search for specialized medication, which was rarely stocked in pharmacies.

These suppressants were designed for omegas with sensitive or unique biological traits, making their production limited. That’s why Mikey had grown used to checking pharmacies, hoping to find the right pills for Izana. Even though these medications were expensive, it was crucial for them to keep a supply—not only to avoid crises but also to ensure Izana’s comfort throughout his heat.

As for Shinichiro, he always preferred to buy Mikey’s suppressants from a specific place where they were familiar with his case and could offer the most effective medication. Mikey didn’t mind picking up pills for himself, but he was used to his brother taking care of it. This was yet another sign of Shinichiro’s attentiveness and care, always prioritizing his family’s needs.

While carefully inspecting the pills, faint voices from the other side of the shelf caught his attention. The conversation wasn’t meant for others to hear, but in the quiet pharmacy, the sound seemed to carry everywhere.

The voices belonged to two boys whom Mikey easily identified as betas by their weak pheromones. — Did you hear what happened recently? - one of the boys started quietly, though irritation laced his tone. - Another alpha was accused of attacking a regular person! And they’re excusing it because he was in ‘rut’ and couldn’t control himself. Why should we, normal people, have to suffer because of their problems?

The other boy immediately chimed in, his words dripping with bitterness: — Exactly! What if that happens to one of us? No one’s going to protect us, right? It’s like our lives don’t matter… With every passing comment that reached his ears, Mikey felt his anger steadily rising. His brows furrowed, his jaw clenched, and he bit his lip in an effort to suppress the storm brewing inside him. "You have no idea," he thought bitterly, his fingers tightening around the box of pills in his hand.

He could easily show them what it meant to be a dominant omega—just with his pheromones, he could force them into silence, maybe even onto their knees, stammering apologies. But right now, that wasn’t an option.

Or maybe he should just turn around and hit them. One solid punch would be enough to put an end to their stupid chatter. But... no. Not today.

Today wasn’t a “safe” day to hurt someone. If he happened to run into Draken later, the last thing he needed was another long lecture about self-control. Mikey wasn’t sure he could handle his friend’s calm yet cutting tone this time.

Instead, he exhaled deeply and refocused on the task at hand, ignoring the conversation and concentrating on the rows of boxes in front of him. "Better to focus on what actually matters," he muttered internally.

Comments like these from betas—so-called "normal people"—were all too common. To some of them, the behavior of alphas and omegas seemed unnatural, even threatening. Others felt justified in spouting opinions without considering the consequences.

“We have problems too, but they never think about that, do they?” Mikey murmured under his breath, glancing at the shelves filled with pills, vitamins, and medications tailored specifically for their kind. He tried to ignore the presence of the betas, but his irritation grew as he noticed that the medication he was searching for was out of stock again.

“Damn it. If this keeps up, I’ll have to take Izana back to the doctors for a new prescription... or start looking for imports again. And those are ridiculously expensive. This isn’t fair...”

Shaking his head slightly, trying to keep his frustration in check, he suddenly caught a faint, sweet scent—peach. Peach? He couldn’t help but smile a little, curiosity stirring as he rose onto his toes to confirm whether he’d smelled it correctly. Could it be...?

Before he could finish the thought, an angry voice from the other side of the shelf interrupted him. — Stop acting like you're so important! Do you even understand the situation?

The voice was both displeased and challenging, and Mikey immediately recognized that tone. Without a second thought, he decided to circle around the shelf to see what was happening. However, what he saw made him chuckle lightly �� though he knew he should hold back from intervening. — What the hell do you think you’re doing? — hissed one of the betas, glaring as the short blond boy grabbed his friend by the collar. — Shut it. If you can’t grasp the dynamics between alphas and omegas, then just keep your mouths shut and leave. Go to Kyoto or some other region where there aren’t as many of us. Few in number, sure, but at least understand what that means… — the omega replied, frowning at the situation.

Manjiro stood off to the side, quietly observing. This was unusual for him. Normally, he wouldn’t miss a chance to get involved, but now he seemed to lack the energy for a conflict. His eyes were slightly dim, and his tone — or rather, his silence — was far from his usual confidence. He noticed Chifuyu beginning to tense up, but didn’t step in. The moment felt strange. Mikey could sense the tension thickening in the room, yet had no idea how to diffuse it without making things worse.

— By the way, you’re doing me a huge favor. If I stepped in, I’d just have to listen to Draken or Shinichiro nagging at me later, — Mikey added with a playful tone, though his smile was far from carefree. It was frozen on his face, like a mask. The sight might have been amusing, but it only added to the tension in the room.

— Mikey-kun — Chifuyu blurted out, surprised to see him here in the pharmacy. His face immediately twisted with shock, but quickly shifted to an expression of irritation. He turned his head toward Mikey, shooting him a glance full of tension and faint contempt.

He was still gripping the boy’s collar, and for a moment, it felt like everything around them had frozen. He opened his mouth to say something, but instead, he slowly spoke in a sharp tone: — Then why didn’t you stop them when they spouted such nonsense? Normally, you don’t care what Draken or Shinichiro say because you just ignore them all the time! — Chifuyu practically barked, not realizing he’d gone too far. The anger he’d been holding back for so long spilled out without warning.

Mikey, still standing there with his frozen smile, felt something within him start to crack. Chifuyu’s words were like a sharp blow to his gut. The feeling was painful, leaving an unpleasant taste in his mouth. His expression shifted as his smile disappeared, replaced by complete indifference. His gaze grew colder, and his posture straightened with unexpected firmness. Slowly, he stepped closer to Chifuyu without saying a word, lifting his chin slightly as though there was nothing more to add. But deep down, something was boiling inside him. What he had just heard felt like a personal attack. - You’re not the one who gets to tell me what I should or shouldn’t do.

Unexpectedly, Mikey’s quiet and seemingly ordinary gesture turned into something much more. The air in the room thickened — not just from the silence, but from something else that Chifuyu noticed all too late. Mikey’s slow, deliberate steps seemed to pierce through the space around them. The atmosphere began to change, becoming denser and heavier.

Chifuyu could almost physically feel something enveloping him, something he had never been able to escape before. Mikey’s pheromones spread slowly but surely, wrapping around everything in their path. The air began to carry a bitter, stale scent — something sharp that was almost painful to breathe in. And the feeling that this wasn’t just a scent but something almost tangible clung to Chifuyu’s skin. Every breath made him feel as though he was trapped.

Chifuyu tried not to show fear, but his heartbeat slowed, and his lips trembled slightly. He realized too late that he had crossed a line. It felt as though every word he had said was loaded with too much meaning, too much emotion that couldn’t be contained. The weight of responsibility for the situation made him want to disappear. — I… I didn’t expect to see you here, Mikey — he whispered, his voice barely audible. His gaze dropped, and his hands instinctively shoved themselves into his pockets, as if trying to shield himself from the storm he felt was about to erupt.

Mikey didn’t say anything, but the way his gaze lingered on him was enough to make it clear that the situation had spiraled out of control. His dominant energy seemed to engulf the room, like a tiger poised to attack but not yet striking.

At that moment, Chifuyu realized he had overstepped with his words. Yet, the pheromones… they not only clouded his thoughts but also left him feeling strangely powerless. These pheromones didn’t just saturate the air—they made his body feel drained, pressing down on his very consciousness. He glanced at his friend, but instead of apologizing or justifying his words, all he could do was step back. The air was so thick he couldn’t take it anymore.

When Mikey’s footsteps came to a halt, Chifuyu felt the air thin for a fleeting moment, only to be replaced by an even heavier pressure. He knew there was no escaping the consequences of what he’d provoked. The betas nearby were already at their limit, their confusion and physical reaction to the pheromones making the situation even worse.

The two betas standing close trembled, covering their noses with their hands, unable to endure it any longer. The beta Chifuyu had been gripping by the collar immediately shoved him away and stormed out of the pharmacy without a backward glance, fleeing the unbearable atmosphere.

Chifuyu remained rooted in place, his head still bowed. His breathing slowly steadied, but his body continued to radiate submission. He expected a command or at least a word from Mikey, but at that moment, the tension was suffocating and unpredictable. — So, they really were uninteresting. Not worth my time, - Manjiro’s voice sounded low and monotone, tinged with slight irritation. His gaze followed the retreating betas before turning to Chifuyu. Noticing the trembling omega and his bowed head, Mikey clicked his tongue in displeasure, tilted his head slightly, and added, - You can raise your head now… Stop reacting like that.

The words sounded almost like a command but carried a shadow of guilt. Mikey was aware that he had lost control again. The sweet peach scent that Chifuyu usually emanated was almost gone, replaced entirely by Mikey’s dominant pheromones. This situation kept repeating itself, and Mikey couldn’t find a way out of his own emotional chaos.

Chifuyu’s words still echoed in his mind, a quiet reverberation he couldn’t silence. They hurt—not just what the omega had said, but the fact that his friends, like Draken or Shinichiro, often failed to understand why he sometimes behaved so coldly and distantly. They couldn’t feel the weight he carried on his shoulders, nor the endless spiral of thoughts that dragged him down.

How could they understand? He barely understood himself. Unable to handle the chaos inside him, Mikey chose silence. It was easier—safer. But now, standing in front of Chifuyu, Mikey could feel that silence weighing on both of them.

Chifuyu kept his head bowed, his body trembling as he felt his chest tighten. Lightly biting his lip, he was acutely aware that Mikey’s pheromones still dominated the air—heavy, suffocating, nearly unbearable. The omega couldn’t breathe properly, and the other people in the pharmacy were likely struggling with dizziness as well. The pheromones were so thick in the air that even Mikey’s breathing seemed strained. But what scared Chifuyu the most wasn’t the pheromones. It was Mikey himself—that cold, distant expression that seemed to reject everything and everyone.

Chifuyu wanted to reach out, but the fear of being pushed away paralyzed him. Mikey knew this… but he didn’t care about anyone else. Only Chifuyu mattered. — What have I done? - Mikey thought, trying to dispel his pheromones. He was attempting to ease the tension, to lift the weight the omega felt. But at the same time, a storm of anger churned in his chest—not toward Chifuyu, but toward himself. — Chifuyu, - he said softly, his voice heavy with tension and regret. The silence that followed was almost deafening. The omega didn’t lift his head, and that only deepened Mikey’s sense of guilt. Why couldn’t they talk like they used to?

His frustration simmered, but it wasn’t directed at Chifuyu. It was at this moment, at what he had become. Swallowing heavily, he said nothing more. Instead, he lowered his gaze and started walking toward the exit. — I’m going home, - he said, his voice cold, almost indifferent. But inside, everything was screaming. The pain and emptiness in his chest expanded with every step. He knew that if he ran into Draken later, he wouldn’t be able to hide the chaos within. He’d end up saying something foolish, something he’d regret.

As he reached the door, Mikey stopped. He felt a light, uncertain touch on his arm. Chifuyu's touch was so gentle that he barely noticed it—but it was exactly this that made him stop. He felt the warmth of his fingers, trembling with uncertainty, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze. But he didn’t turn around. He couldn’t bear to see his expression—that mixture of fear, pain, and desperate hope. But he felt it. He felt everything. It was so gentle that he almost could have ignored it—if he didn’t know exactly who was touching him. — Tonight... the guys want us all to meet at the café near Mitsuya’s house. There won’t be any other gangs, just us. You... you’ll come... right? - Chifuyu spoke, his voice quiet, trembling, but persistent.

Mikey didn’t turn around right away. He could feel the tension of the omega behind him, the fear and the effort that had gone into those words.

He wanted to turn around, to look at him, to say something—something real, something that could fill the emptiness between them. But he couldn’t. Something stopped him—the fear that his words would destroy the last thread connecting them. Instead, he remained still, staring into the emptiness before him, torn between the desire to stay and the need to escape.

Mikey stood before two choices, each laden with potential consequences. He could accept Chifuyu’s request and go meet the guys, risking breaking down at the wrong moment, saying or doing something foolish. Or he could refuse, go home, and try to calm the storm within himself. But both options filled him with disgust.

Today was one of those days—heavy and unpleasant, as if the world had decided that today, everything should annoy him. The kind of days where even the simplest movement required an inhuman effort. In these moments, all Mikey wanted was to isolate the feelings that were eating him from the inside, to not bother those around him. Because, as always, he had to appear natural. To look the way everyone saw him—strong, unbreakable, a leader. To smile, even though every smile felt like a painful stretch of a wound that wouldn’t heal.

And yet, today, even the smallest things irritated him. The sound of the wind, the way people looked at him, even Chifuyu’s hand on his. These little things sparked a sense of dissatisfaction in him that pushed him toward foolishness—toward decisions he knew he would regret.

That’s why he stood still, like trapped in a cage. “Just say yes or no,” he thought, but the choice didn’t seem so simple. Refusing was easy. The guys were already used to his rejections, and Chifuyu probably wouldn’t insist. But if he went home... If he ran into Izana... If his brother sensed something...

Mikey shuddered. He couldn’t bear the thought of Izana finding out. He would insist, ask questions, not stop until he dragged the truth out of him. And right now, the dominant omega didn’t have the strength for such a conversation. Why did it always have to be so hard? How could Shinichiro be a dominant alpha, yet conversations with him were quicker, without complications, while with Izana everything was so difficult, even though he was just an omega with a few problems?

The whirlwind of thoughts hit him in waves, each heavier than the last. How could such a simple question—yes or no—throw him into such an abyss?

Chifuyu still held his hand, his eyes—expectant and patient. Mikey closed his eyes for a moment, pressing them tightly, as if this could chase away the storm in his head. The dissatisfaction still raged inside him, but he had to suppress it with a deep sigh. Finally, he relaxed his hand and lightly pulled it forward. Chifuyu released it without resistance but continued waiting for an answer. — Okay... - Mikey whispered with a dull voice. - I’ll come to you all tonight then.

He didn’t wait for the omega’s reaction. His words sounded like a promise, but his legs were already moving in the opposite direction, heading home. It would be better to stay there until the evening. A small hope settled inside him—that Shinichiro would be at Wakasa’s, that Izana would stay with Kakucho and wouldn’t come back. A small hope, enough to keep him afloat... at least for now.

As much as he hated the idea of leaving Chifuyu all alone, Manjiro simply couldn’t hold back. His pheromones, which had long lost their pure, sweet scent, surfaced, almost traitorously revealing what was going on inside him. Not only that, but he had also managed to scare his friend—a fact that made him feel an uncomfortable weight in his stomach.

Yes, out of all the alphas, omegas, and betas in Toman, Manjiro mainly interacted with Chifuyu and Mitsuya. He should even thank Baji, because it was thanks to him that the young omega joined their ranks, quickly winning his favor. Mitsuya was easy—he had been friends with him since childhood, thanks to Draken, but the only difference was that he was a gamma, not an omega. But that didn’t matter— even later, if Mitsuya decided he was an alpha because of his secondary gender, his aggression and sexual drive would remain subdued. Still, in Toman, any aggression toward omegas was strictly forbidden, and breaking the rules led to severe punishment.

Anyway. These were Toman’s problems, and Mikey didn’t want to think about them right now. So, he started walking quickly, sometimes shaking his head. Clenching his teeth, he could feel his heart beginning to tremble. Everything irritated him at that moment—the cars humming outside, the wind hitting his tense body... Not to mention, there wasn’t a day that went by without him sensing other people’s pheromones. Yes, the problem with dominants was that the pheromones of others were felt so clearly, even disgustingly.

Clenching his fists while his hands were in his pockets, Manjiro finally reached his house. He was ready to rush to his room without saying a word. He passed through the entrance, took off his boots as quickly as possible, and without caring if anyone was home, immediately ran up the stairs. The door slammed lightly behind him, but he wasn’t listening anymore.

The curtains were drawn, the world locked outside. Only the soft pillow and the silence remained. Manjiro fell onto the blanket, feeling the coolness of the pillow slightly calming him. His hand rested on his chest, where he could feel his heart continuing to beat uneasily, but slowly, as though surrendering to exhaustion.

“I’ll sit here. Just a little time alone. I’ll get over it. Just... a few minutes of silence.”

He slowly took a deep breath. The air inside the house was the same—his pheromones, though weakened, carried the familiar comfort. Apparently, everyone had already left, which meant he could be alone for a while. He could breathe, let his body rest, relax. His eyes closed, and the scent of the pillow reminded him that, at least here—in his own world—he could find peace.

In that moment, the silence felt almost therapeutic. And in the evening, when he woke up, he would go to that café. He would. But for now, he could afford a few moments of calm, to simply be Manjiro.

The hours slowly began to pass. The sun gradually hid behind the clouds until it eventually disappeared beyond the horizon, leaving the room immersed in darkness. This was the perfect setting for the exhausted omega, who this time managed to relax and even fall asleep a little more peacefully. Although sleep was often short or interrupted by various circumstances, this time Mikey felt his breathing become lighter, his body more relaxed, and his consciousness drifting into the warmth and comfort of the bed. A light, sweet scent lingered in the air – Izana's pheromones, which had evidently stayed in the room. This made him think his brother had returned and checked on him, but fortunately, he hadn’t woken him up.

However, the warmth and comfort were suddenly interrupted by the familiar ringtone of the phone, which began to sound from the nearby nightstand. Mikey squinted in displeasure, trying to ignore the noise. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to leave the warm embrace of the bed. But the ringtone didn’t stop. Squinting his eyes, he stretched out his hand, trying to find the phone while lazily yawning with the other. He felt everything else – the edges of the nightstand, a book, but not the device.

And then he felt it. Something warm was pressed against his back.

Mikey slowly woke up, still groggy from the comfort of sleep, but the sensation behind him started to pull him out of it. His heart stopped for a moment. His breathing became more shallow as his brain struggled to understand exactly what was happening. - What is this? – the thought sneaked into his mind, but the answer didn’t come immediately.

The warmth was too real. The body behind him was still, but too tangible – he could feel its weight, the slight movement of breathing. For a moment, he thought he was dreaming, but the cold rush of tension in his chest assured him that this was real.

And then, as if something deeply buried inside him awoke, an unclear but unpleasant memory flashed like a shadow in his mind – fear, tightness, a feeling of lack of control. There were no images, just raw emotions that made him freeze in place. His chest tightened painfully, and his hand instinctively rose, gripping where his heart beat, as if trying to calm the weight. Mikey swallowed hard. He knew he had to turn around, that he had to figure out who or what was behind him, but his body refused to obey. His breathing quickened. The sound of blood in his ears almost drowned out everything else. Why couldn’t he move? Why were the memories he had so carefully avoided coming back now?

However, the shock’s force stirred him. He suddenly jumped out of bed so quickly that for a moment his head spun. His eyes darted to the figure behind him. The body began to move slowly, and then he felt it – the sweet pheromones, familiar and soothing, but in that moment, it only added to his confusion.

Izana.

The word spun in his mind, but it didn’t immediately bring him relief. Even though his mind was starting to piece things together, his body still trembled from the tension.

The figure slowly sat up. Izana’s eyes opened sleepily, confused. — Manjiro... – his voice was low and quiet, full of surprise. But before he could say anything else, Mikey almost shouted — IZANA!!! – his voice cut through the silence, sharp and loud, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

His brother froze. His eyes widened for a moment in surprise. Izana sat up slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but felt the tension in the air. His dark eyes focused on Manjiro, noticing the slight shortness of breath and the way his fingers clutched at his chest. Mikey’s pheromones, barely detectable but filled with unease, spread around them. Izana immediately noticed the tense scent. A slight displeasure appeared on his face – this time, directed at himself. What did I do? he thought, trying to understand why his brother’s reaction was so strong.

Several long, heavy seconds passed. The room was filled with a strange silence, broken only by Manjiro’s hurried breathing. Izana broke the silence first. A slight, apologetic smile appeared on his lips as he began speaking in a soft, calm tone: — I didn’t mean to scare you. – His voice was almost a whisper. Hesitantly approaching, he placed one hand on the bed, leaning on it, but still not stopping his gaze on his younger brother. - I’m sorry, Manjiro. I just wanted to check if you got home.

But Mikey continued to stare at him, as if still unsure of what to think. Izana leaned slightly toward him, extending his hand carefully, as if afraid to break something fragile.

— When I got closer to you, your body was tense – he continued quietly. – I lay next to you because I know it's easier for you to fall asleep when someone is beside you.

Manjiro didn't respond immediately. His eyes narrowed slightly as he kept watching his brother. But his breathing gradually calmed, and with every word from Izana, the tension in him slowly faded. The warm scent of his pheromones surrounded him, making him feel calmer, more protected. The soft aroma of lavender, mixed with the sweetness of plums, made the body of the frightened omega slowly relax. So, slowly, almost unconsciously, Mikey leaned forward. A minute later, he was in his brother's arms, resting his head on his shoulder.

For a moment, neither of them moved. A brief moment that felt like eternity. Izana placed his hand on his shoulder, as if to affirm the closeness between them.

— It's okay – he whispered again, letting the warmth and calmness wrap around them.

Silence. It was a short moment of peace and care. The light pheromones of the dominant omega quickly blended with the pleasant, gentle pheromones of his brother, bringing additional coziness to the room. There was nothing heavy or unpleasant, only a soft and sweet scent that seemed to envelop the day's tension and leave it behind.

Mikey silently thanked that Izana had stayed with him. After so many stressful moments during the day, all he needed was that familiar scent – lavender mixed with a feeling of safety. This was Izana – still and calm, like a wall that would always support him, no matter the storms that raged within him.

Because of their closeness, when Izana allowed his hands to rest on his brother’s body to embrace him, he felt how Manjiro’s pulse quickened. A shadow of tension appeared in Izana’s gaze – he felt guilty for startling him, instead of giving him time to wake up peacefully. He realized that it might have been a mistake to lie down behind him so suddenly. Now, as his brother’s body began to relax in his arms, Izana felt it was his responsibility to maintain the silence and comfort between them.

His gaze lowered slightly. His body didn’t move when he felt Mikey begin to settle, as if searching for the safest spot. His head remained resting on his shoulder, and his arms gently enveloped him. Allowing him to settle, Izana gently leaned back against the wall, remaining silent to preserve the tranquility. Despite the guilt he felt, the warmth of Mikey’s body made him feel needed – as if, in this moment, he was the only support his brother could ask for.

If a stranger had entered the room, they would never have believed that Izana was capable of such closeness and tenderness. They wouldn't have believed that Mikey would so quickly and calmly decide to lean on someone. And they probably would never understand why this happened. But... this was their secret. Quiet and intimate relations, built from their past, from the weight of childhood events. That’s why Izana could be softer with Manjiro, depending on the situation. Like now. Realizing that he had startled him, instead of providing comfort, he wanted to reprimand himself. But this moment was not for reproach. It was a moment for silence.

The body of the dominant omega slowly began to relax, completely giving in to the warmth and comfort of the closeness. The scent of lavender was like a lifeline. His hand unconsciously moved to his brother’s chest, and his forehead rested against his neck. Izana continued to remain silent. One of his hands gently stroked his brother's back – something that might seem unusual for him. But in this room, far from the world, he allowed himself to show this side. A side that only Manjiro could see. Whatever plans Manjiro had at this moment, he would be able to carry them out only when he felt ready to get up from the bed. If he wished to fall asleep again, Izana would simply stay with him. This time ensuring that he got the sleep and peace he needed. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ミ=͟͟͞͞(✿ʘ ᴗʘ)っ My First Fanfic. I warn you, English is not my native language, so there might be mistakes. I wanted to write something different, something special for my favorite couple. I’d love to hear your opinion, whether it's interesting to you. I focus more on the symbolism and the emotions of the characters. I’ll try to post at least 1-2 chapters a month.

Here’s the 'cover,' but without the text.

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