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[Team Three] Scent
Err well inspired by the Snow Man youtube episode where they all smell each other lol
It was playing into the omegaverse tropes.
The world narrowed down to a single person during heat periods. Over the years Sakuma had learned how to deal with things. Being bonded helped a whole lot but that didn’t mean it magically made everything easy or normal. Sometimes he cursed his own body but only for a short time. He was too positive and optimistic to stay down for too long.
Which did not mean that his energy couldn’t flag at times.
Sakuma rested his forehead against Iwamoto’s strong back and grabbed onto the taller male’s shirt. When he breathed in Iwamoto’s scent, the pounding heat induced headache started to subside. The dull throbbing went South from his head instead.
“You smell good, Hikaru.”
“Did you fool around too much with Raul and Meme again?” Iwamoto asked. There is no jealousy in his tone but there is a slight edge. A possessive edge. “Even though you know it makes you sick during your heat? You shouldn’t let them if it makes you uncomfortable. You’re being way too nice. Or maybe it’s because you’re just being dumb.”
“I know they mean no harm.” It was obvious that Sakuma wasn’t his usual self or was feeling bad because he was giving short, simple answers in a quiet voice.
“You don’t have a high tolerance for it like Shota does,” Iwamoto reprimanded Sakuma. “And you’re lucky I’m not as sensitive to it as Ryota is.” While Miyadate could mostly keep his temper and hormones in check in front of others, some of them had noticed that Watanabe’s bitemark always seemed just a little darker the day after.
Sakuma didn’t even reply at this point. He was getting lost in the comfort that Iwamoto’s smell and his presence provided. It was like a drug. It was making him feel better, making him forget about other things, bad things.
“I’m taking you back to your place,” Iwamoto sighed finally. “Come on.”
“I cleaned. And I put on sheets and covers that won’t smile cutely at you.” Sakuma grinned a little. “They’re just the ones with the yellow and pink flowers that my mother gave me.”
Iwamoto chuckled softly. “You’re more calculating than most people would think you are capable of. Me being one of them occasionally.”
“I try really hard.”
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It was playing into the omegaverse tropes.
The world narrowed down to a single person during heat periods. Over the years Sakuma had learned how to deal with things. Being bonded helped a whole lot but that didn’t mean it magically made everything easy or normal. Sometimes he cursed his own body but only for a short time. He was too positive and optimistic to stay down for too long.
Which did not mean that his energy couldn’t flag at times.
Sakuma rested his forehead against Iwamoto’s strong back and grabbed onto the taller male’s shirt. When he breathed in Iwamoto’s scent, the pounding heat induced headache started to subside. The dull throbbing went South from his head instead.
“You smell good, Hikaru.”
“Did you fool around too much with Raul and Meme again?” Iwamoto asked. There is no jealousy in his tone but there is a slight edge. A possessive edge. “Even though you know it makes you sick during your heat? You shouldn’t let them if it makes you uncomfortable. You’re being way too nice. Or maybe it’s because you’re just being dumb.”
“I know they mean no harm.” It was obvious that Sakuma wasn’t his usual self or was feeling bad because he was giving short, simple answers in a quiet voice.
“You don’t have a high tolerance for it like Shota does,” Iwamoto reprimanded Sakuma. “And you’re lucky I’m not as sensitive to it as Ryota is.” While Miyadate could mostly keep his temper and hormones in check in front of others, some of them had noticed that Watanabe’s bitemark always seemed just a little darker the day after.
Sakuma didn’t even reply at this point. He was getting lost in the comfort that Iwamoto’s smell and his presence provided. It was like a drug. It was making him feel better, making him forget about other things, bad things.
“I’m taking you back to your place,” Iwamoto sighed finally. “Come on.”
“I cleaned. And I put on sheets and covers that won’t smile cutely at you.” Sakuma grinned a little. “They’re just the ones with the yellow and pink flowers that my mother gave me.”
Iwamoto chuckled softly. “You’re more calculating than most people would think you are capable of. Me being one of them occasionally.”
“I try really hard.”
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thesecretdoor
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WHY!? HOW DO YOU KEEP HITTING ME IN MY WEAK SPOTS UNEXPECTEDLY!?
This was adorable and Eri wants more....
Kira-senpai <33333333333333
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I love that hint of Date being a possessive Alpha ❤❤❤❤❤❤
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