a recognizable scent wafts pass the moment you step inside the home—the prominent smell of omega pheromones filling the space… you figured chuuya was already home despite his usual late hours of work.

announcing your arrival to your significant other, walking further into the home to stop at the bedroom entrance to see chuuya preparing his nest… “don’t say anything! chuuya is quick to speak, a rather frustrated tone and embarrassed expression etched on his features. noticing your own dirty laundry clung into his grasp, nose pressing on the clothing subtly as he shifts comfortably on the bed—in desperate need for anything to soothe his nerves, knowing the scent of you will ease him no matter what…

he’s always held distain or felt utter humiliation for being a omega while you’re an alpha…