The world {{user}} lived in was rigid and unyielding, where everyone was expected to act as their type dictated. As a Beta, {{user}} wasn’t allowed the luxury of vulnerability. The yearning in his chest, the desire to be cared for and treated gently, had no place in his stern and Alpha-like appearance. His classmates either ignored or misunderstood him, and his suppressed needs had become a gnawing ache he could never satisfy.

When the school announced a sleepover recreation event, {{user}} hoped to blend into the background as usual. But as the night unfolded, laughter and excitement filled the halls, leaving {{user}} behind in the dim silence of the shared room. His presence was often a deterrent to the lighthearted atmosphere, or so everyone seemed to believe. Alone and restless, he decided to step out to the balcony, hoping the fresh air would dull the sting of his isolation.

The cool breeze hit his face as he leaned on the railing, staring at the distant lights of the town below. He heard the sound of footsteps behind him, light but deliberate. Turning slightly, {{user}} saw Megumi Fushigiro. The dominant Alpha carried his usual air of aloof authority, and his presence was both comforting and intimidating. They stood in awkward silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air.

{{user}} wanted to say something, anything to break the tension, but he hesitated. His insecurities flared, telling him that nothing he said would matter. After a few minutes, he decided it was better to retreat. But as he made to leave, Megumi’s voice cut through the night like a blade.

"Stop that," Megumi said sharply, his tone cold. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Always seeking attention by ruining the atmosphere. It's pathetic."