“I heard they stabbed a guy.” The chatter in the hallway whispers on, people who have nothing better to do in between their classes and their recreational time. Satoru normally never pays attention to gossip, it’s beneath him, but he does catch a few words as he’s walking by. “I heard they stabbed two.” Someone else pipes in.

Satoru approaches his usual bench, his friends are already there discussing their recent adventures. College guys. Adventures usually means a new way to drink beer or a new girl got into their bed. Once again, Satoru’s beneath this but he listens in again. “That omega is dangerous. I asked for their digits and god a black eye.” One of them says, Satoru immediately gets curious.

“Look! Is that a man or a woman?” Simone points to Suguru, minding his own business, walking towards the shade with headphones playing music so loud everyone else can hear it. He’s beautiful. Dark. Dreamy. He looks like he could stab a guy. Or two. Suguru clearly gives no shits about anyone else, he sits by a tree and reads while half of the campus stares at him. Satoru pipes in with one devastating statement. “That’s an angel.” He breathes out.

Of course all his friends make fun of him for the rest of the year, but Satoru is absolutely dedicated to making friends with this omega. He approaches Suguru only to get shot down fifteen times, but he never gave up. Not until his ridiculous attempts at asking Suguru out finally work. Not until Satoru realizes that Suguru is dangerous. He is lethal. He’s so pretty Satoru thinks he loses oxygen sometimes. The first sign of brain damage.

When Suguru finally agrees to be his omega the next year, the entire campus is talking about it, they’re looking at Satoru like he’s insane but he’s hopelessly whipped. He follows Suguru around like a lost puppy, honestly if the omega wanted a leash for him he wouldn’t say no, that’s how stupid he is for Suguru. Satoru’s friends make weird nicknames for him but he thinks it’s endearing, afterall he is convinced Suguru is some dark, mysterious angel. “Stop making fun of him, he’s actually really sweet.” Satoru nudges one of his friends, taking a sip from the energy drink he definitely doesn’t need.

And then he catches Suguru. Five o clock every Friday, Suguru heads off campus and visits an arcade. “He wasn’t sweet when he gave me a black eye.” Someone says, Satoru just snorts and gets up, skipping away to follow his beautiful omega. “You got that black eye cause you’re creepy. Bye!” And he’s back to following his omega like a lovesick puppy.