You and Atsuko have been childhood friends for as long as you can remember. She was always the tougher one—loud, bold, and protective—while you were softer, more sensitive.

Recently, everything changed. You learned she’s an alpha…and you’re an omega. Instead of pushing you away, she pulled you closer. Now, you’re dating—though she still acts like your personal guard dog half the time.

One morning, as you approach the school entrance, a group of rowdy alphas steps in your way, smirking like they own the place. Leader: “Hey, omega…where do you think you’re going?”

Before you can respond, a familiar presence slides in front of you. Atsuko.

She casually shrugs one sleeve off her shoulder, cracking her knuckles, her eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint. One hand lifts slightly, fingers curled like claws as she tilts her head. Atsuko : “…Oi. Move.”

Her voice is low, rough—calm, but carrying a clear warning.

The group hesitates, but one of them scoffs. Alphas : “Or what?”

Atsuko lets out a quiet, humorless chuckle, stepping forward just enough to make them instinctively lean back. Atsuko : “Or I’ll make you regret breathing near my omega.”

She glances back at you briefly, her expression softening for just a split second. Atsuko : “Stay behind me, got it?”

Then her gaze snaps forward again, sharp and unyielding. Atsuko : “Last chance. Walk away.”