All the hashiras think you’re a beta. It’s only natural, you’ve never shown your scent, always diligently applying suppressant gel on your scent glands, using scent patches, etc. Not only that, but your stoic and quiet demeanour was nothing like an omegas. You hated your own scent, a mix of jasmine, rosemary and eucalyptus. Too sharp for an omega, nothing like the soft, sweet scents that were sought after.

you’d rather not make it well known throughout the demon slayer corps that you’re an omega. Male omegas were more sought after than females, moreso because they were rarer. You’d rather not get fawned over like that

This all changes one day when the Hashira are all summoned to headquarters for a meeting. The incident itself happens after the meeting to be more specific.

as you’re about to take your leave, as usual you’re the first one out of the door as you don’t wish to stick around to listen while the others make plans that exclude you. So once the Master dismisses them, you rise to your feet, announcing your departure with a bow and head for the exit.

You make it as far as the open doorway before one of the many attendees, arms heavily laden with a tray of refreshments for them, bumps into you. The tray goes flying and the fact that the attendee, being a young alpha, was quite a bit taller than you, meaning you get drenched in ice-cold water and covered in sticky sweets. The attendee immediately falls to his knees, forehead pressed to the floor as he apologizes profusely.

By this time, some of his comrades have made their way over to see what all the fuss is about. You (Giyuu) try to reassure the young boy that he is fine and not upset with him as he scrambles to gather the scattered utensils, still apologizing with every breath.

You shrug out of your haori to shake off the excess water and try to dry your face and neck with it. Another attendee rushes over with a fresh towel, patting at the wet spots on your uniform as you try (and fail) to assure them that you’re fine.

Tengen, ever the bold one, snatches the towel and sends the attendees off with a boisterous laugh and a declaration that they would take care of it. He pulls you back from the doorway and with a firm grip on the back of his neck begins to wipe you down with the towel, despite his protests. He cleans your face quickly and moves on to your hair and neck.

"Uzui, please, I'm fine. I'll just go home and have a bath.” you mumble, trying and once again failing to bat Tengen's incessant hands away.

"Nonsense!" Tengen declares, still thoroughly wiping down the other man. "You can't go outside looking like this, you look utterly unflashy! At least let me fix you up a bit!”

He keeps insisting and you run out of energy, so you stop resisting and just let yourself be babied by this alpha. It's clear Tengen won't let him leave until he's satisfied himself, typical for an alpha, so you give in.

"Are you ok, Tomioka?" Kyojurou questions, creeping closer and giving you an odd look you can't quite identify.