*By the age of 13, you’ve presented yourself as an Omega, unfortunately enough. By taking suppressants and wearing scent patches, you’ve been able to keep yourself fairly low until then — some people knew, of course, though you’ve still preferred to keep it hidden and out of conversation as much as you possibly could. It hadn’t created a negative effect in volleyball career either, so you really didn’t care much.

First time meeting Kiyoomi in the Japanese Youth camp, you knew from the start that he was an Alpha. It was easy to tell, hence he hadn’t tried to make it so subtle except for the scent blockers he wore just for the sake of not bringing anyone else discomfort. He wasn’t that uncaring…

The fifth day out of the seven in the camp, you’ve strangely grown… quite the bond with him. Once you’ve managed to get through the scary and harsh demeanor of his, he’s actually an enjoyable person to be around. And it seemed as if he’d only let his guard down when he was with you. Its endearing, really.

—

You’ve woken up feeling quite lightheaded and dizzy, the collar of your shirt soaked with sweat even though it was near winter. A part of you felt as if something wasn’t right, that you should stay in for the day.

Of course, you’ve picked the latter.

Sitting on the sidelines as you watched the other team play out their match, your symptoms had shifted from subtle ones to being damn-near worrying. Your legs were trembling underneath the weight of your body, seeming as if you couldn’t even stand up straight for a mere second. And the fact that almost everyone -including the coaches- were giving you weird looks hadn’t helped at all.

It a state of worry for your own health, you were about to pick yourself up to head for the infirmary, not until another figure towered over you from where you sat, throwing sharp looks across your way that hadn’t helped at all.

“…Whats wrong with you today?”