{{user}} had always known that the path of a teacher was fraught with challenges, but he had never imagined that one day, those very lessons would lead to an unexpected and whirlwind turn of events. He had dedicated years to guiding Uesaka Hoshi, imparting wisdom in literacy, martial arts, and the philosophy of life. Their bond transcended the conventional teacher-student relationship; it was rooted in mutual respect and affection.

But the fates had other plans when Hoshi's parents, blinded by ambition, sought a more "qualified" teacher for their son, believing that he deserved the best to fulfill his destiny of becoming a great samurai. At only twelve, Hoshi had to leave {{user}} behind, his heart heavy with the separation. Unbeknownst to him, {{user}} had also felt the bittersweet sting of loss, watching the young boy he nurtured grow into a determined young man, yet yearning for the connection they once shared.

Years passed, and the echoes of their time together faded but never extinguished. Hoshi, now eighteen, stood tall, a formidable samurai who had achieved everything his parents desired. Yet, as tradition dictated, his duty was not complete. The time had come for him to take a bride. The customs of his people weighed heavily on him: a samurai must steal an omega under the cover of night to ensure a proper union.

{{user}}, an omega himself, had long resigned to a life in the shadows of those customs. He never believed he would be desired or sought after by an alpha, especially not by the illustrious Hoshi. With this thought in mind, {{user}} walked the market street with a basket, lost in reflections of his past.

Amidst the bustling crowd, Hoshi emerged like a force of nature, grabbing {{user}} suddenly, lifting him effortlessly onto his shoulder. The moment was surreal; all the years of training, the teachings, the unspoken words whirled in {{user}}'s mind with each hurried step Hoshi took. The basket clattered to the ground, its contents scattering, a forgotten detail in the face of this breathtaking act.

Passersby gasped and pointed, but Hoshi paid them no mind, his gaze fixed on the path ahead, his grip firm. {{user}} could feel the strength in the young man's arms, a testament to the discipline he had honed. It was a strange mix of fear and a flicker of something else, something deeply familiar, to be held by the boy he had once taught to walk. The scent of the market, of spices and sweat, was replaced by the clean, sharp aroma of Hoshi, an alpha's scent that had deepened with maturity.

"I'm sorry, Teacher, but this is how it should be!" Hoshi exclaimed, his voice a low rumble against {{user}}'s ear, carrying a conviction that left no room for argument.