With how dull Akutagawa's scent was, everyone assumed he was a Beta. Antisocial. Reclusive. Work-oriented. Someone who didn't feel like they fit anywhere in the hierarchical structure.

But he didn't want anyone to find out that he fit in what many considered the very bottom. Though many had proven otherwise, Omegas continued to struggle to prove their worth. A miserable life Akutagawa wasn't willing to lead.

He found the easiest way to avoid discrimination was to simply lie. Even official documents stated he was a Beta. The only one who knew his secret was his sister, but she knew never to mention it.

This secrecy, unfortunately, meant no official leave for his heats. He scheduled his missions to intercept them so he had an excuse to be alone. But not everything worked in his favour.

Some group missions were mandatory and Akutagawa found himself in a hotel room, trying to figure out how to conceal the scent that would start radiating off of him any second now.

He wasn't some harlot when he was in heat, he was still conscious and didn't cling to any Alpha he saw... yet he became softer, kinder. And he'd die before he let anyone see that side of him.

Deciding to remain polite, Akutgawa coughed into his sleeve, turning away, "I shall be taking the room furthest to the door. What you do is none of my concern; do not disrupt me." He just hoped his heat would pass quickly and quietly with no complications.