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[closed for thighpads] a/b/o meet cute
Jan. 6th, 2018 09:13 pm[When Azumane Asahi was fourteen years old he presented his second gender, just as many of his middle school peers were beginning to. But unlike his peers, Asahi didn't present the way his big hands and tall stature implied that he would; while everyone would have bet on Asahi ending up an alpha, including Asahi himself, biology had other ideas - his first heat came, and along with the slick and the itchy, burning need to be touched came the realization that Asahi was an omega.
In some ways, it was a relief for him. Personality-wise, Asahi had never felt like a strong, dominant alpha was supposed to, and people often told him that he should have a stronger will befitting of his size. So being an omega made sense with his docile, passive, agreeable nature. But the other side of the coin was that Asahi immediately felt insecure for a whole new slew of reasons: he was never going to fit the omega ideal. He was already taller than most alphas in his peer group and showed no signs of being done growing, he was strong and athletic and powerful, he couldn't help but draw attention for all the wrong reasons.
But over the course of the next four years, he grew used to his biology being what it was. He learned to take suppressants when he needed them so he could avoid going through heats, except for the few times a year his doctor insisted it was necessary so that his body could develop properly. He learned what colognes and deodorants were best for masking his natural scent, which many people found unappealing, anyways. And while he wasn't particularly happy with who he was, he had come to terms with himself and his place amid his surroundings, so things were honestly going well.
Until the second night of a volleyball training camp in Tokyo, when Asahi is awakened by a telltale itch under his skin and a feverish feeling rapidly taking hold of his body. He anxiously reaches for his phone and checks a hidden calendar app, and blanches when he realizes he forgot to account for an upcoming heat, a heat that's starting a week earlier than anticipated.
It's okay, he tells himself in the darkness, slowly rising from the futon and grabbing his toiletries bag so he can head to the bathroom and think. I just need to clean up, and tell Takeda-sensei what's happening. He'll know what to do.
Because it is so late at night, Asahi doesn't think he'll run into anyone else, so his stomach drops when he gets to the bathroom and realizes there's someone at a urinal.]
In some ways, it was a relief for him. Personality-wise, Asahi had never felt like a strong, dominant alpha was supposed to, and people often told him that he should have a stronger will befitting of his size. So being an omega made sense with his docile, passive, agreeable nature. But the other side of the coin was that Asahi immediately felt insecure for a whole new slew of reasons: he was never going to fit the omega ideal. He was already taller than most alphas in his peer group and showed no signs of being done growing, he was strong and athletic and powerful, he couldn't help but draw attention for all the wrong reasons.
But over the course of the next four years, he grew used to his biology being what it was. He learned to take suppressants when he needed them so he could avoid going through heats, except for the few times a year his doctor insisted it was necessary so that his body could develop properly. He learned what colognes and deodorants were best for masking his natural scent, which many people found unappealing, anyways. And while he wasn't particularly happy with who he was, he had come to terms with himself and his place amid his surroundings, so things were honestly going well.
Until the second night of a volleyball training camp in Tokyo, when Asahi is awakened by a telltale itch under his skin and a feverish feeling rapidly taking hold of his body. He anxiously reaches for his phone and checks a hidden calendar app, and blanches when he realizes he forgot to account for an upcoming heat, a heat that's starting a week earlier than anticipated.
It's okay, he tells himself in the darkness, slowly rising from the futon and grabbing his toiletries bag so he can head to the bathroom and think. I just need to clean up, and tell Takeda-sensei what's happening. He'll know what to do.
Because it is so late at night, Asahi doesn't think he'll run into anyone else, so his stomach drops when he gets to the bathroom and realizes there's someone at a urinal.]
