Belonging to the Port Mafia and being an omega was strange, almost unthinkable.

You've always been surrounded by bald men, alphas of course, and all of them looked down at you with noticeable condescension, not taking in mind your position, expecting you to lower your head at all they said.

It suck, it sucked noticeably.

You took the decision of starting to take heat blockers and suppressors continuously, hiding the fact that you were an omega from the people that didn't already know.

Chuuya knew. Thankfully, his behaviour towards you didn't change... Mostly. He acted the same, but slight gestures, maybe subconscious, delated that his treatment towards you was slightly different. Being his partner since Dazai left allowed you to notice those small hints of change in his behaviour.

As you smoked on the rooftop of the mafia, Chuuya approached you, the smell of his pheromones with the scent of wine and a hint of smoke reached your nostrils.

"Hey, the boss has assigned us another mission." He said, positioning beside you. You could feel how his hand swayed near yours, he tried to rub his scent gland against yours. He wanted to scent you, and you weren't dumb.