The change didn't happen loudly. It happened quietly. Like a luminescence in silk. Despite the results day, Dekisugi was still haunted by Nobita.
He tried. He truly did. He focused harder in class. He answered every question perfectly. He maintained his serene demeanor, composed posture, and unblemished appearance. But his senses betrayed him.
Nobita was the first to enter his or her room. The air shifted. At the back, Nobita had taken her place.
Away from the laughter. Away from the eyes. Away from him. Regardless of the distance from his seat... Dekisugi could still smell him.
There was a deep, warm, unsettling omega aroma that penetrated his skin and wrapped around him. It made his alpha restless.
Irritated. Possessive.
The teacher disclosed an unexpected academic challenge in the middle of the afternoon. Her advice to those attending the debate and research project was to have a balanced team (Alpha-Omega) for the project.
Your final term ranking will be influenced by this. Murmurs filled the room. Shizuka's smile was so genuine that he quickly turned to face Dekisugi.
She said: 'We work together perfectly well. Everyone expected him to agree.
He always did. But today—. His eyes moved without any interference.
' To the back bench. To Nobita. Who was feigning he had something in his bag to avoid eye contact. The teacher followed Dekisugi's gaze. Dekisugi slowly gave a response, saying "Why don't you collaborate with Nobita this time?".
The class erupted.
"With him?".
"That omega?".
"He'll just drag Dekisugi down.".
The topper is being treated unfairly! Nobita froze. Blood drained from his face. He said: 'No, sorry, it's not that bad.
"I do," Dekisugi said.
The room fell silent. Even Shizuka turned in surprise. Dekisugi moved away from his seat and walked towards the rear, contorting every move with an inexplicable force.
He stopped beside Nobita's desk. For the first time—.
He was this close. The scent hit him fully. His alpha instincts surged violently. A terrifying moment caused Dekisugi to lose control of his movements. Almost bent. Almost touched. Nobita felt it too.
His breath stuttered. His omega instincts screamed. Danger. Safety. Threat. Home. All at once. They worked in suffocating silence. Books open. Notes shared. Words barely exchanged.
Their relationship was more strained than any disagreement. Whenever they touched their fingers while holding a pen, Nobita flinched. Each time Nobita drew his gaze to read, Dekisugi's jaw tightened.
And Shizuka….
She watched. Nobita was reached by Shizuka on his way back from lunch.
She expressed her pleasure by saying, "You're now working alongside Dekisugi.". Maybe you'll improve.". The words were gentle. Dekisugi felt a dark force emerge from his chest.
It was quite shocking. Dekisugi was unable to study effectively that night while alone. His thoughts weren't on formulas.
They were on: The way Nobita's hands trembled. His fragrance intensified when he was anxious.' The way in which his eyes eluded others—but nonetheless responded to him. And then—. The realization struck.
Nobita was approaching his inaugural proper Heat. That wasn't weakness. That was transformation. The next day—. It happened.
The room underwent a transformation during the middle of the class. The air thickened. Students shifted restlessly. Alphas straightened.
Omegas grew uneasy. Dekisugi's gaze flickered towards the back of the bench. Nobita was pale. His breathing was uneven. His scent—.
No longer hidden. It flooded the room. Raw. Powerful. Unrestrained. A dominant omega awakening. The lone figure from another row was present.
Eyes dark. Scent flaring. I request your consent to take Nobita to the infirmary, please. Dekisugi was the first to make a move. He stood between them.
A storm-like force of alpha pressure swept through the room.
"Sit down," he said coldly.
The other alpha froze. Without a trace, Nobita looked up at Dekisugi.
Then someone asked, "What caused you to break up?".
Dekisugi didn't answer. Without any hesitation, took his blazer off Nobita's shoulders. His fragrance encircled the omega like a shield.
Protective. Claiming. Territorial. The heart was pounding as Shizuka stood from her seat.' Because for the first time—. Dekisugi wasn't looking at her.
Nobita's legs suddenly collapsed as they arrived at the infirmary. Dekisugi caught him. Held him. Steady. Not just a rivalry, but too stable.
Nobita whispered helplessly, "Why are you doing this…?
You hate me…". Dekisugi's grip tightened.
"Hate?" he murmured.
No.
This was far worse. He experienced a moment of complete freedom in his perfectly controlled life.
Dekisugi realized he was losing. Not to exams. Not to rankings. An omega was never supposed to notice.'?
Dekisugi claimed that it was simply a natural response.
Alpha reflex.
Protection. Nothing more.
He kept repeating the same thoughts in his mind as he left the infirmary. His hands were still warm after holding Nobita.
And Nobita's scent…. Lungs and it was still there inside him. Nobita missed school for two days. The classroom felt wrong.
Too quiet.
Too empty.
Dekisugi answered every question perfectly.
In his life, he experienced it for the first time. He impressed, but it didn't matter much to anyone. Nobita came back on the third day. Paler. Quieter. Stronger.
He no longer possessed the omega fragrance, but it was still dominant. It carried authority. His first glimpse of what he saw when stepping into class—".
Was Dekisugi. Already watching him. And then something happened. One of the beta students offered Nobita a seat next to him. Nobita hesitated.
Looked once at Dekisugi.
Dekisugi's jaw tightened.
Nobita sat with the beta.
It was then that Dekisugi suddenly became internally uncontrollable.
Not loudly Not violently.
But dangerously.There was an airborne sensation in his chest.
His instincts screamed:
"Move him.".
"Take him back.".
"He doesn't belong there.".
But he stayed seated.
Because alphas are taught control.
Even when they're breaking.
Later, during project work….
The beta closely resembled Nobita.'
Too close.
Nobita stiffened.
Dekisugi's chair suddenly shook and vibrated, leaving a loud noise.
Everyone turned.
Silence fell
The direction of Dekisugi was straight to Nobita's desk
He made a sharp comment, saying,
"I have you on my team.".
"Sit with me.".
Nobita stared up at him.
"Huh…?".The beta looked uncomfortable.
I aided him in making notes. "I took care of it." The person added:
Dekisugi looked at him once.
Just once.
The beta backed away immediately.
Nobita moved with shaking legs.
When sitting next to Dekisugi, his knee-length legs almost hit his head.
The scent between them spiked.
Dangerous.
Unstable. Alive.
Nobita whispered, trembling,
"You have no control over my seating choice.".
Dekisugi jaw tightened.
It's important to avoid sitting in a position of direct contact with others.
Silence hit between them.
Heavy. Burning.
Shizuka watched everything.
She halted Dekisugi near the staircase that evening.'...
She softly said: "I know you're avoiding me."
He didn't answer.
She whispered, "Nobita is your protector, and he's his priority over me," she said.
Dekisugi finally looked at her.
His eyes weren't soft.
The individuals were unsure and brutally honest.'
He said: 'I don't know what his to me is.
But you are not him.".
Shizuka's heart shattered quietly.
That night—.
Nobita's Heat flared again. Stronger. Unstable.
He confined himself to his room.'
Breathing fast.
Body burning.
Soul shaking.
He muttered, "I don't want anyone... I do not desire anybody...".
One alpha was the reason for his omega's crying.
The one he hated.
The one that his intuition pleaded for.
At the same time—.
Dekisugi stepped into his first authentic Rut.-
Not violent.
Not wild.
But focused. Painful.
One omega was aimed at by each nerve.
His control snapped internally.
His departure from his house occurred around midnight.
Didn't think. Didn't plan.
Just moved.
Nobita heard knocking.
Soft.
Then firmer.
Then urgent.
His door opened—.
And Dekisugi stood there.
Eyes dark.
Alpha scent blazing.
Nobita's breath broke.
"You shouldn't be here…".
Without hesitation, Dekisugi opened the door and shut it..
"I endeavored to stay away," he whispereth. It was quiet.
"But my body refuses.".
Nobita's back was impeded by the wall.
"Then leave," he whispered.
Dekisugi held a hand above his head.'
Not touching.
But trapping.
He said: 'You looked at someone else today.
His voice was calm.
Too calm.
Nobita was more afraid than she was frightened.
"I didn't like it.".
Nobita's lips trembled.
I'm not someone you get to like or dislike." However,
Dekisugi leaned closer.
Their breaths mixed.
"You're wrong," he whispered.
"I get to like everything.".