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Kenma in a rare moment found himself tapping away on his PSP with little to no focus on the actual gameplay. Right now he just needed to keep his hands busy as he waited for his friends to show. This is why he absolutely hates being the first person to show up.
As a single omega out in public he was no stranger to the glances that lasted a little too long or the blatantly bold stares checking him out, looking at him up and down. He needed one of his friends to show up, now.
Usually he and Kuroo would’ve showed up together to meet up with Bokuto and Akaashi but in whatever twist of fate that just didn’t end up happening this particular day and he kind of hates himself for it.
At the mall entrance he’s not clueless to the way two suspicious alphas are talking amongst themselves and glancing at him back and forth. They’re older and clearly don’t care much for basic human courtesy by wearing scent patches in public.
Sure they don’t block out scent and pheromones completely but they do well enough to keep alphas, omegas and betas who are more sensitive to scent than other betas safe from how overpowering a scent can be.
After deciding something one definitely decides to be the one to approach. Kenma grips his switch tighter before catching the glorious scent of cotton freshness and a hint of sea salt and chocolate in the air.
“Kenma.”
He puts his portable gaming device safely away in a special pocket of the small messenger bag he carried.
He runs into Akaashi’s embrace making a show of lightly scenting his smaller scent gland on his neck since his arms are already around his neck before combing a finger through his soft hair. Akaashi’s fingers are at the collar protecting his own scent gland that he often wears wherever he goes out in public like he wants to remove it for a second.
Keiji’s one of the few people he’s comfortable with touching him there and acting comfortable enough to even pretend he handles his collar.
Everything from the way Keiji said his name to their embrace give the impression that they’re a courting pair or even mates reuniting for a date or whatever the fuck.
It’s like they are well practiced.
“Are they still there,” Kenma whispers breathily, not wanting to let his nerves penetrate his scent, he doesn’t want it souring enough for Kuroo or even Bokuto to catch when they get here.
Kuroo once told him when he had finally settled into his dynamic that his scent was a bit overwhelming at first. Instead of a bouquet of flowers that is considered to be the norm his daisy scent had the aroma of an entire meadow.
It wasn’t like the average omega; his scent could barely be contained with scent patches and he often had to find new brands to remain somewhat undetectable by scent alone.
“Hold on to me a little longer,” Keiji whispers in his ear so only he can hear, “I think Bo and Kuroo are right behind me anyway.”
Kenma does exactly that as the two suspicious alphas eye them both before running off when Kuroo armed with a mean raised eyebrow and smirk approaches quickly followed by a smiley but menacing Bokuto.
“Whoa what did we just walk in on,” Bokuto laughs, picking up his embracing friends and a gentle hug for himself peppering their faces in light kisses, “a love fest maybe?”
“You’re the worst,” Kenma rolls his eyes once Bokuto releases them, “thanks Akaashi.”
“Don’t mention it,” the beta says cooly well as cool as he could as Bokuto has yet to release his boyfriend from attacking his face and the back of his neck in quick kisses, “Oh cut it out Bo, at least not here.”
Bokuto simply pulls his boyfriend in for a back hug sniffing and nipping at his neck, wanting to scent his beta too and drive him crazy at the same time.
Bokuto listens to Akaashi but keeps an arm around his waist regardless as Kuroo laughs after checking on Kenma himself.
They were doing the thing they often do communicating with their eyes, their looks instead of words. When that wasn’t enough they talked quietly among themselves and whatever the conversation was Kenma obviously won as Kuroo was the one to retreat.
Kuroo greets Akaashi as well, comfortably combing a finger through his silky hair and making a stupid joke at his expense.
Akaashi complains about both of the alphas being a pain as the four make their way into the mall unbothered.
XOXOXO
Haiba Lev could say he always had a relatively comfortable life. His parents made good money and they adored him and his sister. He thrived at home and at school once he hit a hell of a growth spurt in the middle of middle school and his big sis, Alisa didn’t have to protect him from bullies anymore.
His height and good looks that most in Japan found unique and beautiful caught people’s attention. It didn’t hurt that being mixed with Russian interested most people so he was easily quite popular once he got to high school. Many sports clubs assumed he was athletic from his height alone and he soon found himself receiving as many invitations to join their clubs as confessions he got from fellow students.
However what caught his attention was the easy conversation of the volleyball team. The familial love and comfort oozed in their entire atmosphere and he heard they were pretty good. He’s heard rumors about this year’s team building Nekoma’s volleyball team back to its former glory as one of the scarce public schools in Japan good enough to go to nationals.
It didn’t hurt that they had an extremely cute starter libero (what did that position mean again?) two years above him on the team. Lev never felt himself so drawn to someone else before and the omega scent had a sweet but a soft node of spice underneath. He wanted Yaku to see him as more than just a clumsy kouhai.
He got along well with the other first years on the team. Shibayama and Teshiro are really chill especially off the court which was kind of seen as typical of betas even though Shibayama could be quite anxious and Teshiro quite introverted. Betas kept packs balanced and grounded in the old days.
Then there was Inuoka who definitely was one of the most energetic on the team. He liked being friends with the other alpha. He was actually the first one to suggest how he could warm up to the omega at the center of their team, their setter Kozume Kenma.
At first the omega was quite aloof with him. Their coach Nekomata suggested the omega mentor him a bit and Lev felt that this was the only reason the two of them were currently hanging out right now…at a park…after narrowly rescuing a cat from a tree.
“What are we fucking firefighters are something,” Kenma grumbly mutters cleaning his bloodied nose with the tissues Lev had quickly grabbed for him, “not worth getting dropped face first by an overgrown Russian Blue. I nearly died.”
They were just outside the park restrooms reminiscing on the pitfalls of their sudden rescue mission for review.
Right now Kenma currently has a bone to pick with wind. If the wind hadn’t blown the tree branch the cat was on like that they could’ve saved the damn thing in a far more dignified manner.
“All cats have nine lives right?” Lev says cheerily, “don’t worry you should have only lost at most three from being on our team and all.”
Kenma snorts in a way Lev learned he does to conceal a laugh and sometimes even a giggle. Nekoma High has the coolest senpais.
“Oh more tissue?” He adds noticing the omega still looked uncomfortable, his forehead covered in a bit of dirt a little bruised. A few cool wet napkins would have Kenma feeling better and relaxed again, “I’ll be right back!”
After getting a few paper towels nice and soaked in cool water from the restroom sink and some fresh dry ones as well Lev returned to quite the scene that wasn’t pleasing to look at.
Two guys were definitely making Kenma uncomfortable if the sudden shift in his scent going sour was anything to go by but most wouldn’t be able to detect this small change unless you were already quite familiar with the omega.
“What’s with that face, omega? Are you getting shy on us?” He rubs a hand up Kenma’s arm and Lev wants to chop off the hand.
“I’m not being shy, I already told you I’m here with a friend,” Kenma says steadily, as polite as he can be given the circumstances, his expression blank not wanting his words to come off as flirtatious or combative to the relentless alphas, “He’s an alpha and h-he’s my boyfriend. Maybe we could give you a tour together?”
“Come on don’t be like that, baby,” one of them said, “Me and my friend here are new to the city looking at different colleges and shit. We’re just looking for a pretty face that could perhaps show us around?”
“Then you’ll be happy to have two pretty faces showing you guys around,” Lev towers over the two, easily releasing the most threatening pheromones he can muster, “we can go now if you’d like.”
He laces his voice with sweetness that rivals cinnamon, the authority is clear in his tone that the only invitation in his voice is “go now.” and it's not so much as an invitation no it’s more like a demand for the two bastards to make like a tree and leave them alone.
The two smaller alphas jerk back so fast they're competing with the speed of light.
The bastards.
The two make quick work to apologize to Lev and Kenma only when they see the glare from the titan alpha who pulled the omega into a friendly embrace wrapping one arm around his lower waist.
It comes off as something close friends threading the line between friendship and romance or even a courting pair would do and oh gosh he only hopes Kenma, Kuroo, Yaku, Kai and Yamamoto don’t all just decide to kick his ass for this afterwards, in that order.
The two college alpha apologize to Lev again before quickly running off with their metaphorical tails between their legs and Lev remembers to give Kenma some personal space as they walk together to get wet paper towels to clean both of their faces and Lev makes sure Kenma gets home safely before he decides to go home himself.
On the way there Lev can’t help but want to say something but can’t quite find the words causing him to become frustrated even more.
“You don’t have to say anything,” Kenma says softly, “thanks for caring enough to play along, Lev.”
Oh!
That was right Kenma did mention a “boyfriend” to the alpha bastards so of course they’d have to act a bit touchy feely with each other in that moment!
“Oh! Of course! Kenma, I'm so glad I could help!” He said cheerfully.
He was saved and his ass would not get jumped once the others heard about this! That is if they heard about this…he had a feeling Kenma isn’t the type to talk freely about his struggles with unwanted attention drawn to himself let alone because of his status as an omega.
He hated how much jerk alphas had little to no regard for omegas in society outside of their relations to alphas, he’s sure had it been Yamamoto or Kai coming to Kenma’s defense or a smaller alpha they'd've been challenged further or something. Nobody deserves this kind of behavior directed towards them. He hated it.
He’d be there for Kenma or any omega friend he had that needed him to play the role of the protective alpha boyfriend for a moment anything now or in the future.
Once they made it back to Kenma’s door the older student paused before going in. Slowly as if to not startle the younger or even himself he grabs Lev’s right wrist gently rubbing his own to his then lightly gestures for the younger to do the same to him.
Lev smiles cheerfully scenting his older friend before Kenma goes inside.
On the way home he has a pep in his step as the sun finally begins to set allowing the stars to show off their twinkle.
The advice he got from Inuoka playing in his mind.
“You’re thinking too hard about this befriending Kenma thing dude. It makes you come off as pushy and not genuine, that’s never gonna fly with him. Just relax a little bit, give him space, make stupid jokes and just…just be a friend.”
XOXOXO
Kenma was exhausted and borderline hangry. Which was probably the reason his guard slipped the slightest bit to not notice the unwanted onlookers that were trying to stealthily get closer to him every few minutes or so.
Not here of all places, Karasuno had just given them a hell of a practice match just for fun and more volleyball teams and other athletes that played different sports made their way in and out the recreational center periodically. You never knew who could show up and what intentions they had.
“Here you look like you could use this,” suddenly a banana was thrust into his line of vision and concerned cocoa brown eyes.
Nekoma, Kenma especially liked having bananas to snack on when it came to volleyball, Karasuno apparently did too for whatever reason.
Ennochita is closer to him then the two usually are with each other. Kenma quickly picks up on the fact that Ennochita is blocking him from being in the view of the unwanted onlookers.
He’d be dumb to think omegas from Miyagi didn’t have similar issues as he did, he could bet Karasuno’s pretty vice-captain could relate to him on that matter.
“Thanks,” he accepts the banana, grateful. His body language remains open to the beta signaling to the beta that it’s okay for him to continue and get closer even.
This close and with them all sweaty from practice Kenma catches the others scent. It’s as light as all betas tend to be but it smells clean and slightly flower like lavender soap.
Ennochita guides him away when he notices the onlookers appearing agitated now with a hand on his back protectively. He holds back nothing in the glare he sends them as they walk away not caring about them the slightest bit afterwards.
The shiver goes down the onlookers' spines. That beta was not a beta they could best so easily it wasn’t worth it especially when they were walking back inside of a gym with plenty of alpha friends.
Kenma gets the feeling the beta has the hands to back up that kind of glare. Ennochita’s scent and aura don’t match. What an interesting guy he is.
Speaking of interesting guys.
“Kenma!” Shouyou calls out to him laughing but there’s a serious look behind his eyes, a knowing look once the two friends make eye contact as the likely duo enter, “looks like you found him, Ennochita.”
Kenma can breathe easier now even in the company of the many personalities between the two teams and now that he can comfortably eat his snack.
He chats with Shouyou and Ennochita. Lev spots him eating the fruit and he comes over too wanting to pester his favorite setter on where he got the snack.
XOXOXO
Bokuto Koutorou got quite the amount of eyes on him. He’s not only the ace of his team but one of the top five high school aces in his country. He quiets the part of him that’s bummed he’s not part of the top three anymore that sounds suspiciously like Keiji.
He knows him so well.
That Akaashi.
There’s simply not enough words in any language to describe how much he feels for the beta. He can’t express all he feels for him in this lifetime or several so for now he’ll keep it all locked away for now. Oh wait oh he’s getting off topic! What was he talking about again? Oh yeah he was talking about his dynamic.
As a dominant alpha and a top athlete no, Bokuto's no stranger to having eyes on him. He knew how to capture people's attention, how to get them to see all that he wanted them to see and none of what he wanted them not to…most of the time. He can’t do it all of the time like Kuroo can.
Kuroo Tetsuro. The two have known each other for quite a while now not as long as the other alpha has known Kenma but still he’d like to think they meant a lot to each other. He knows it even.
He admired Kuroo’s nonchalant demeanor and how he challenges and rises to the challenge of any volleyballer that crosses his path no matter their status or accolades. He’s not particularly loud with his confidence though or overbearing. He sees everyone as equals and connects others like his team’s slogan.
He’s probably a way better captain then he could ever dream to be with that kind of leadership.
Their similarities and differences as volleyball enthusiasts, as alphas, as people were compatible enough they were easily best friends no doubt about that.
Perhaps that’s why they sort of brought their own respective best friends outside of each other into the mix.
Sometimes he and Akasshi were like each other's shadow, they go wherever each other goes. A packaged deal right so it wasn’t hard for Keiji and Tetsuro to become good friends.
Then there’s Kozume Kenma.
The first impression the omega gave to him was wow this guy would take some time to warm up to me. He was so happy when the younger did feel comfortable enough around him especially in times like this.
Koutorou catches the normally warm flowery scent from Kenma dull out a bit to bitter. Someone was making him incredibly uncomfortable.
He spots him in front of the bar where he went to wait for their group's drink order and an unknown alpha attempting to chat him up clearly wasn’t respecting the omega’s personal bubble.
“Ken Ken!”
He cuts in between them falling face first into Kenma’s face. Okay he really didn’t mean to do this but if it works it works. Laughs happen softly between them, underlying with relief from both parties.
“What’s taking them,” Bokuto doesn’t acknowledge the now pissed off alpha glaring daggers at him, releasing threatening pheromones.
“You’re so impatient,” Kenma breaths out as Bokuto hugs him from behind laying his head on the shorter man’s shoulder he pats his naturally bicolored head, “the fancier drinks always take a little bit longe-.”
Bokuto masks the threatening pheromones, the other alpha staring them down in his own protective and comforting scent and Kenma visibly relaxes against the older’s tightly muscled chest.
“If you don’t mind i was already having a conversation with the omega,” the stranger fakes politeness lacing a command in his words now, “ come here, omega .”
Kenma shows no sign of obeying said command or pinched eyebrows or sudden headache that would indicate that he’s struggling to disobey it either much to the strange alpha’s visible deflation.
“I suggest you leave now,” Bokuto shifts his friendly tone from earlier to one that meant business, one not like he was staring down a worthy opponent on the court, one that was like he was ready to completely devour the other team in his scores.
No he didn’t lace his voice with a command though he could definitely publicly execute the other alpha with a show of a real command from a dominant alpha, (something even other alphas could fall victim to) if he wanted to. He didn’t cuz displays like that were for the insecure and he wasn’t interested in having a piss measuring contest.
“Public alpha commands are frowned upon in modern society. I’m sure if I were to kick your ass now security would understand,” he adds for good measure.
The weak alpha doesn’t waste time at that and quickly leaves muttering to himself something neither of the friends cared about and once he was out the door the two grinned at each other.
And well now he supposes he knows what it feels like to have Kozume Kenma’s lips on his lips.
He tasted a bit like apples with a rum and coke.
“Here’s your order,” a bartender greets who she believes to be such an adorable couple with a sweet smile, dropping off their drinks on a tray and the two separate so Bokuto can help Kenma carry their drinks to their table.
“You’re totally a jerk for kissing me just now,”
“But it was a good kiss wasn’t it Ken Ken?”
“It was, alright I guess…for someone that landed the way you landed without grace, you sure you are a top ace?”
“Such praise coming from you just to rip me to shreds, Kenma!”
XOXOXO
Yamamoto Taketora would be lying if he said he understands Kozume Kenma like at all or even a little bit.
They’re total opposites in the way they approach both life and volleyball and contrary to popular belief opposites don’t always attract.
At first he even idiotically thought the less than enthused about volleyball omega was only their setter because of his connection to Kuroo.
He’s really ashamed that his mind once fed into the sick rumors spread about Kenma around school, not that he ever showed it outwardly or talked shit about him.
“He’s far too scrawny and lacks athleticism. How'd he get to be the setter again?”
“He’s weird and a nerd. What kind of omega games all of the time huh? What alpha would want to deal with that?”
“Yeah but have you ever got a good whiff of him? It’s clear the team keeps him around for a reason.”
“Like that Kuroo would share his personal bitch with the rest of the team?” A snort.
“Shit man I wouldn’t be shocked if he was why else would they put up with having an omega like that on their team? He and the third year libero got to be the biggest sluts in the school!”
He couldn’t stand to hear the type of shit taught his omega friends got. Not to mention the same type of people who talked like this were the main ones were the same reason why they were so often clingy and protective over them to begin with.
Not that they didn’t believe that they could handle their own problems, trust him he knew from personal experience how much Kenma wouldn’t hesitate to hit back anyone that wanted to tussle.
Their freshman year was a rocky start but luckily Fukunaga’s water bucket, some scoldings from Yaku and then a personal talk he had with Kuroo one on one changed his perspective on Kozume Kenma.
Maybe it even widened his views on omegas in general and what Kenma and Yaku went through being omegas on their team.
Normally he wasn’t really good with this scent and pheromone stuff and as a beta he didn’t exactly feel the obligation to be but if it helped his friends feel more comfortable especially in a deeply uncomfortable situation he didn’t mind learning.
Fukunaga once told him his scent was more on the alpha side anyway, thick with woodsy aromas and rich with spices. He even had the guts to joke that must attribute to his lack of tact on dealing with girls and omegas alike. Everyone of course laughed at Fukunaga’s humor at the time, even himself a little bit. Still, the best jokes hold the hardest facts and he was not the type of person that refused to learn from their mistakes. When his friends were being harshly judged or cornered just because of their dynamic, he would do whatever he could to help.
Tora and everyone else simply respected them too much as a person to let them fight alone.
Which was how he found himself casually stepping closer to said omega gently guiding him with a hand on his lower back as they navigated their way through the sports club festival, he slowly released sociable and protective pheromones. It’s usually an alpha’s thing but Tora taught himself how to once he saw Kuroo and Lev do it a couple of times. It probably smelled a bit different coming from him, not as potent but Kenma relaxed in his hold all the same.
The two didn’t say anything about the proximity as they walked but simply promoted their club and its activities to anyone that gave them a glance until they made it back to their booth. The suspicious eyes that once trailed them more specifically, Kenma faded away as if they were never there to begin with. They knew better so neither of them dropped their guard or perhaps Kenma in one way, shape or form always had his guard up?
“Hey I heard Yaku and Lev are bringing back something tasty from the cooking club’s booth,” Tora says urging the omega to pick up his pace a little, “it’s not pie but I get the feeling you’d like apple tarts too!”
“I’m convinced,” Kenma picked up his pace and to be honest that was all the enthusiasm in the world the setter could manage to display outside of a particularly interesting game or a particularly interesting challenge.
All of their friends grinned warmly as they made their way there.
Kuroo gave Kenma a small plate of the apple tarts where the apple slices looked particularly juicy as an offering. Kenma attacked him for the plate and the taller one just caught him instead laughing. Kuroo met Tora's eyes noticing Kenma looked a little too relieved to be back in their presence. Their starting setter calmly rubbed wrists with his best friend then caught a caught off guard Fukunaga and Lev. Kenma then quickly went to do the same with the rest of the first years then Kai as well. Satisfied he settled by snuggling with Yaku, the two omegas shared a chair as Kenma skillfully enjoyed his treat as Yaku was more than content with the melon soda he sipped on.
Kuroo raised a brow so very far into his hairline.
Ah, so it was like that?
Of course, Kuroo would have the most experience stepping in for Kenma as the pretend boyfriend protecting him from creeps and entitled assholes. They are childhood friends so maybe even Kuroo’s been doing it ever since the both of them even presented?
How sappy.
Tora smiled reassuringly.
XOXOXO
Have you ever heard a song and every time you hear it your heart twists just a little bit more? Shouyou didn’t get it at first but he heard that once in a movie once he thinks?
Whatever it meant it had to be a dressed up form of words or something that didn’t necessarily have to mean exactly what it was saying word for word.
This was how he was feeling now as warmth spread through his belly.
Why was he feeling this way you ask?
Well let's set the scene so you can understand the full picture a bit better.
He’s currently at training camp. At first he was hiding out from his captain and co-captain as he and the rest of the first years on their team accidentally (this time of course) involved themselves in some Noya and Tanaka shenanigan.
He’s sure Tsukishima had sniffed and found himself a nice secluded place that he could be a peaceful loner in, Yamaguchi was either with him or captured but spared from their wrath because hey it's Yams, Kageyama’s pretty resourceful so who knows where he was hiding probably on a roof or something.
Ennochita had sniffed out and retrieved Noya and Tanaka before the six of them could even think about moving their feet and at that point it was every man for himself.
Daichi and Suga are scary but none of them really wanted to cross Ennochita.
The thought of hiding from the beta however quickly went away as soon as he caught the familiar scent of dewdrops and a daisy meadow however.
He had to talk to Kenma! They had yet to play the new pokemon game against each other and maybe just maybe he wanted to see the Nekoma setter in general.
Not that they haven’t been hanging out a lot this training trip, it just seemed like just when they were about to have some one-on-one time suddenly there was another Nekoma member there, Haiba Lev more often than not.
Quiet as it’s kept Nekoma is quite protective of both of their omegas and cockblocking came naturally to them.
Now contrary to popular belief Shouyou was no idiot. Hopefully he wasn’t giving off pheromones as loud and obvious as fireworks of just how attracted he is to Kenma. He thinks they’ve been doing okay so far as no one in a red uniform has jumped shovel talked to him yet and no one on his own team has attempted to give him the talk in general.
After a good while of hanging out in Nekoma’s room at the training camp, Kenma made an excuse for the both of them to sneak out on their own. Not that he minded hanging out with his school’s longest and friendliest rival team.
Nekoma has some pretty crazy stories (the time the Nekoma third years told them about Kai’s brief run in with death he thought he just might choke from laughter); and they get into a much shenanigans as Karasuno. It makes him feel like his home away from home…in more ways than one.
“Hm where are you, Shouyou,” Kenma looks up from his gaming device noticing Shouyou’s character, Toad drove himself off of rainbow road all hunky dory like for the third time in a row.
“Oh right!” Shouyou goes right back to focusing on mario kart, “just thinking…”
“Hm what about?”
“Did we really have to end up in a supply closet?” Shouyou looks up, narrowing his eyes, an arm still around Kenma as they game, “The bleach smell is kind of annoying me.
“It’s because you have a strong nose and fearing that the bleach smell might overpower your scent on me,” Kenma grins, its small but its breathtaking before rolling his eyes playfully, “alphas.”
“Hey, that’s not fair,” Shouyou pokes him where he knows he’ll be especially ticklish, his lower back and edge of belly button, “I want to smell like you too!I love your scent. It's like…an entire island of wild daisies after the rain. All sunlight and freshness. Nothing left but the sweet floral air left to consume you whole…It’s nice.”
“...Tora says its a suffocating as the perfume section of any department store…and he's a beta,”
“Well that isn’t a bad thing! It’s just another unique thing that makes Kenma, Kenma you know?”
“I know,”
Shouyou lets Kenma lead as their lips slowly reunite and there it goes folks the feeling of his heart twisting into a pretzel. He feels the omega lick at his aching fangs and a growl escapes his throat that only encourages the omega further.
This was getting dangerous now though he's always knew Kenma’s a highly dangerous individual. He loves that about Kenma.
His aching fangs tell him to bite deep down into the scent gland of Kenma’s neck. A mark, a claim, a mating.
Not yet but one day.
Shouyou’s entire stomach is being set on fire leaving nothing in its wake but clouds, pudding and marshmallow gooey feelings he has for the introverted person he found gaming with a cat cuddling up to him and befriended easily the one time he got lost.
The same person that didn’t question his height as a volleyball player and the particular position he played, the same person who understood and could relate to people underestimating them being competent in their position only based on a single attribute they have or two.
The same person who didn’t share the same enthusiasm (or lack thereof hehe) as most people he played his favorite sport with but still played to win regardless and put up quite the extraordinary fight.
Kozume Kenma was like a flame and he was the moth.
Shouyou could feel the fangs where his once normal incisors had grown once he presented as an alpha ache a bit with want.
He made it his mission to show the rival setter just how enjoyable the sport could be from day one but deep down he knew there was always more to it.
Somewhere down the line it didn’t become all about volleyball and Shouyou has a harder and harder time each day convincing himself that it ever was.
They break apart as easily as they come together, ending the kiss but not ending the feeling.
“Let’s get out of here then,” Kenma doesn’t wait and Shouyou’s there with him still attached with an arm around his waist.
They still smell like each other regardless and Shouyou can feel his wolf growl enjoying this. Whatever this is between them, the both of them know it will last.
It does.
After that Kenma rarely if ever found himself needing a fake boyfriend to discourage unwanted alpha attention ever again, it also didn't hurt that he had an actual boyfriend now.
And not only that its Shouyou.