And then the sparks started to fly, why is Noya so passive? He’s being raped and he’s letting him. Was it familiarity again? Was it because he played with him once- or twice, that he basically knew him after all? Is it because he was the alpha he never expected to get attention from? Or is it because he was trying to get rid of the longing to be touched, to be held again by Asahi that happened one time when they won on the spring tournament, or that time when Asahi bid farewells to everyone.
Asahi had always been something else; he and Asahi never had anything called friendship but it was and had always been something greater than that, it was always something else but they never, ever talked about it. He couldn’t blame Asahi though now that he’s far away, he could’ve just told himself to man up and push the omega pheromones telling him it’s not his place to confess to an alpha, he could’ve just told him those three words, but what stopped him?
“A-Asahi-san..” He whispered as he started crying. Ushijima quickly noticed the fear and sadness emanating from the omega, and it worried him, it made him furious, it also made him sad that it made him sane that he regretted forcing him into submission, so he slipped his fingers off from Noya and reached for the shower handle and pulled it on, water sprinkling down the omega’s face and upper torso and onto his own arms, then he released another wave of his scent. A possessive scent that indicates such activity that prevents others from interfering, a scent that diminishes thoughts from the one under him and sends him into a sexual overdrive. A scent that was comforting enough to fill up the emptiness in the omega.