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The room was quite dark, with the only source of light coming from a laptop screen. In front of it sat a rather tense young man, who seemed to have been there for hours.

The boy’s name was Shoyo Hinata. He had a short, lean yet toned build, curly orange hair, and brown eyes. At first glance, Hinata seemed cheeky and a little rude, but that was just a surface impression. Yes, he often made witty remarks or jokes, but deep down, he was an honest, cheerful, and independent guy.

How long he had been waiting in front of the device, even he couldn’t remember. A knock on the door interrupted his gaze at the blank notification screen. Without turning away from the monitor, he quietly said, “Come in.” His mother entered the room.

Hinata Miko didn’t look much different from her son: orange hair and a small stature. Her temperament was much calmer than her son’s.

“Shoyo, I know you’re waiting for that letter, but you need to eat something at least!” She placed a plate of ramen and meat buns on the desk before sitting on the edge of his bed.

Hinata murmured a thank you and occasionally grabbed a bite of the still-warm noodles with his chopsticks.

What was this letter he was waiting for, you ask?

It was none other than an acceptance letter from the most elite academy in Japan. For many, gaining admission there was a dream. Wealthy families had an easy path in—they could pay or leverage family connections. But this academy was also home to several renowned sports teams, which was another major draw.

However, the Hinata family was not wealthy. Their household consisted of the eldest son, a younger daughter, and a mother who supported them all. Their father had left the family when it was revealed that Natsu, the younger daughter, was born sick. Despite this hardship, Hinata's mother did everything to ensure Natsu recovered. Now, the girl was as healthy as a pickle, enjoying life to its fullest.

Even so, Shoyo managed to submit his application. Now, all he could do was wait for the director's decision.

“Thanks, Mom. Is Natsu home already?” he asked, to which Miko simply nodded.

Just as she was about to say something, a notification popped up on the laptop.

Shoyo immediately opened it and began reading.

A few minutes later, he finished, turned to his mother, and said, “I got in.”

Miko stood up, walked over, and embraced her son.

The next morning, Shoyo was packing his things, brimming with excitement and anticipation for his new chapter at the academy.

The trip would take an hour or two. Before leaving, he said his goodbyes to his family.

He also made sure to meet with his friends one last time.

“Do you really have to go to that academy?” One of his friends, Izumi, asked. Shoyo truly loved his friends, even if they were alphas while he was an omega. But sometimes, they asked silly questions.

“What are you talking about, Izumi? I’ve been dreaming about this since grade school,” Shoyo replied.

Koji, his other best friend, sighed from the side.

“Yeah, but people say there’s something off about that academy. Nobody knows exactly what, though.”

“Don’t worry. If something happens, I’ll leave. But for now, I want to get a proper education.” They all smiled and hugged each other one last time.

Most importantly, Shoyo packed his blockers—after all, in this world, it was tough to manage without them. Alphas often wanted to cage omegas and treat them like breeding stock. Thankfully, such individuals were caught and dealt with.

Still, it was always better to stay cautious.

When Shoyo arrived in the city, he didn’t immediately look for a place to stay. The academy had mentioned in its letter that there were excellent dorms available.

The academy itself was enormous, with five or six floors, so vast that Shoyo got lost on the first floor. The strangest and somewhat unnerving part was that, so far, he hadn’t seen a single omega—only alphas. He hoped he’d find someone later.

The director’s office was on the third floor. Finally making his way there, Shoyo decided to ask someone for directions.

“Excuse me, where’s the director’s office?” he asked a tall guy, probably around 180 cm.

The guy had light-colored hair, shaved on the sides, with a small strand falling onto his forehead. His dark eyes had a playful glint, and he had piercings in his ears.

“It’s at the end of the hallway. Go past the chemistry and astronomy classrooms, and you’ll see the office. By the way, I haven’t seen you around here. New?”

Honestly, Shoyo wanted to leave quickly; his instincts were screaming at him to go. Yet something kept him rooted in place.

“Yeah, I’m new,” he said briefly.

“We haven’t had new students in a while. And you… seem a bit unusual,” the guy remarked. For a moment, it seemed like his eyes glinted gold, but Shoyo dismissed it as sunlight reflecting through the window.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I need to go.” As Shoyo tried to leave, the guy grabbed his arm and leaned close to his neck. Shoyo jumped back as if shocked.

The guy smirked. “I’m Yuji Terushima. If you need anything, or if there’s trouble, come find me at the Jozenji gym. And trust me, there will be trouble…”

Shoyo didn’t hear the last part clearly.

As he continued toward the office, he noticed other students staring at him, whispering among themselves. He tried to convince himself that they were simply curious about the new guy.

In truth, there were a lot of students here—around 600. If he remembered correctly, each floor had a cafeteria, four restrooms, and two dormitories.

Before arriving, he thought the rumors about the academy were exaggerated. But after exploring a bit, he realized they were true.

A massive, fascinating academy, difficult to enter, situated far from the city near a forest.

No wonder there were strange rumors about it, like omegas never returning or monsters lurking within.

But rumors are just rumors… right?

Reaching the office, Shoyo took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” a voice called from the other side.

“Good afternoon. I’m here about my admission papers,” Shoyo said.

The man behind the desk looked up from his papers, pulled out some documents, and placed them on the desk.

While Shoyo signed them, the director watched him closely, though the boy didn’t notice.

“Are you ready to study here until you graduate?” the director asked, still observing him like a peculiar animal.

Shoyo finished signing, folded his hands, and gave the man a sharp look. Was this some kind of joke? He had been waiting for this day for so long, and now the director was questioning him?

“That’s why I’m here,” Shoyo replied.

The director sighed, handed him a key and his admission papers, and said, “These are the keys to the dorm. Since you’ve also joined the volleyball club, you’ll be rooming with your teammates.”

Shoyo nodded and left, heading toward the dorms.

This is where the strange events would begin…

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Approaching the dormitory, he still couldn’t spot a single omega—only alphas everywhere. And there were plenty of them. They were either whispering to each other or just staring at him.

Finally, the redhead stood before the dormitory entrance. For the first time, he hesitated. What if the team wouldn’t accept him? Sure, he had been admitted to this academy, but would they take a short player like him as an attacker? He quickly brushed the thought aside. Even if they didn’t trust him, he could fly, and he would do everything to become like the “Little Giant,” the one who had inspired his passion for volleyball.

Before he could dwell on it further, someone placed a hand on his shoulder, causing Hinata to flinch and spin around.

“What are you doing here, kid? Did you confuse the elementary school with the academy?” The guy speaking looked intimidating, with a threatening grin.

At first, Shoyo didn’t understand what he meant. Then he realized—it was another jab at his height. Scoffing, he stepped away from the rude alpha. The guy towered over him by a head, his shaved head and sharp gaze sending shivers down Shoyo’s spine.

“I’m not in elementary school. I’m new here, and I’ll be studying and playing volleyball,” he said firmly.

The guy raised an eyebrow, smirking as he laughed. “It’s been a while since we’ve had a new recruit—especially one as short as you. An alpha, huh?”

Hinata blinked in surprise at the mention of “alpha,” but he masked it quickly, frowning slightly to hide his reaction.

“Yeah, I may be short, but I can fly.” His amber eyes sparkled with determination, though the “thug,” as Shoyo had labeled him in his mind, didn’t seem to notice. The shaved alpha simply stared, confused.

“I’ll get going now.” As Shoyo moved to open the dormitory door, the guy suddenly grabbed him and leaned in to sniff his neck. Shoyo froze, unsure of what was happening. Snapping out of it, he slapped the hand on his waist and glared at him.

The alpha chuckled, raising his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright, I won’t do it again.”

“So, you’re joining the Karasuno team, right?” The guy leaned casually, smiling as if nothing strange had just occurred.

“No, I just felt like wandering into the Karasuno dorm and standing here for fun,” Shoyo shot back, his sarcasm earning a laugh.

“I like you already, kid. The name’s Ryunosuke Tanaka.” The alpha extended a hand in greeting.

Hinata eyed the hand like someone avoiding contact with an unpleasant person, but sighed and shook it. “Shoyo Hinata.”

“You’re not much of a talker, are you? Well, come on then,” Tanaka said, releasing his hand and quickly opening the door.

Before Hinata could say anything, he was ushered into the common room.

Ryunosuke began explaining the dorm layout and room assignments. Then, halfway through, he stopped abruptly.

“Everyone’s in class right now, so you’ll meet them during practice,” he said. Hinata nodded, contemplating the upcoming introductions.

“I’ll head to my room. Thanks for the info,” he replied, quickly retreating to his assigned space. Sitting on the bed, he let out a heavy sigh. It was only the beginning of the day, and he was already exhausted.

After unpacking a bit, he left his room and then the dormitory. His next class was chemistry, but finding the classroom proved challenging.

By sheer “heroic luck,” he ran into Terushima, who happily guided him to the right room. In the ten minutes they spent together, Yuuji managed to coax Hinata into conversation, learning that he came from a small village and had worked hard to get into the academy.

When it was finally time for class, Hinata felt relieved, though Yuuji looked disappointed.

Meanwhile, Tanaka decided to visit the third-years.

In their classroom, three seniors stood by the balcony, chatting about something only they and perhaps God knew.

“Yo, guys! Remember the first-year who’s joining our team?” Tanaka asked.

The trio stopped talking and looked at him.

“Yeah, Coach wouldn’t shut up about him yesterday,” said a guy with ash-gray hair, smirking at the memory of the coach’s lengthy speech.

“Well, a new recruit isn’t a bad thing,” added another, taller senior with chestnut hair tied in a small bun. He scratched his head, glancing at the third senior, who already looked tired of hearing about the newbie.

“Get to the point, Ryuu,” the third one said, his short dark hair matching his no-nonsense tone.

“The new guy’s an omega,” Tanaka declared.

The three stared at him, stunned.

“What? An omega? How is that even allowed here?” The taller senior seemed baffled, trying to process the information.

“You’re only worried about how he got in, Asahi?” Tanaka chuckled.

“How did you figure that out?” the ash-haired senior asked, smiling faintly but just as confused as Asahi.

“I saw him earlier. A small redhead. And he’s not a vampire,” Tanaka added, his final words causing the trio to reboot their understanding of the academy.

“Oh, then he’s done for,” the dark-haired senior muttered, sitting at a desk and opening a textbook.

“Don’t say that, Daichi! If he’s decent, we can protect him,” the ash-haired senior laughed softly, trying to stay optimistic.

“We’re not all like Kuroo, who somehow gave up blood. You know we can’t always hold back, Asahi,” Daichi retorted, his tone sharp as he referenced the Nekoma captain.

“Of all people to trust, you choose him? I’d sooner believe that Kenma hates games than that he doesn’t drink blood,” Tanaka joked, laughing loudly.

“Well, both options are impossible. So, what do we do with this omega?” the ash-haired senior asked, scanning the group.

Just as Tanaka opened his mouth to respond, Daichi cut him off.

“I’m not babysitting some random kid—especially if he’s human,” he said, his focus returning to his book. Tanaka simply huffed in response.

“You’ll change your mind, Daichi,” he muttered under his breath. Asahi heard him but didn’t understand.

Leaving the third-years’ classroom, Ryunosuke headed toward one of the second-years’ rooms.

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Entering the classroom, Shoyo sat at the last desk and began laying out the required books.

Surprisingly, no one paid him any attention in class; while in the hallway, he could feel people burning holes in him with their stares, here, no one even looked his way.

Well, almost no one. Occasionally, he noticed glances from a boy in glasses with short, light-colored hair. The way he stared at Shoyo was strange—too intense—until his seatmate distracted him. That seatmate also glanced at Shoyo, though his gaze was more relaxed. He had short black hair with a greenish tint and freckles that Shoyo couldn’t help but find adorable.

From what Shoyo understood, the academy, with its six floors, divided classes by year, with two classes for each year on every floor—freshmen, sophomores, and juniors.

Shoyo didn’t have much time to dwell on it, as the lesson began.

By the end of the class, Shoyo was quite bored—he already knew the material well.

Finally, the bell rang. With a sigh, he gathered his belongings and quickly left the classroom.

Throughout the class, those two boys had glanced at him far too often, sending chills down his spine.

“Damn, I’ll have to see them for the rest of the day…” Shoyo muttered under his breath, just as someone bumped into him so hard that he nearly lost his balance.

He quickly looked up, his mouth dropping open in shock.

“Don’t stand in the way, or you’ll get knocked over again,” said a towering figure—easily over 190 centimeters tall—whose sharp gaze instantly made Shoyo snap his mouth shut. Just as Shoyo was about to say something, the guy walked away without giving him a chance to respond.

“Sorry about Waka-kun; he can be a bit rough,” came a more cheerful, calm voice from behind him.

Turning around, Shoyo saw another tall guy—though not as towering as the first.

This one had spiky, light-red hair and an intense, piercing gaze.

“Oh, I haven’t seen you here before. New, huh?” the guy smirked, his eyes narrowing slightly. The look sent a shiver through Shoyo, but as usual, he tried not to show it. Biting his lip, he looked away.

“Yeah, I just arrived today.”

“Hmm, is that so~? What’s your name?” Shoyo sighed.

“Hinata Shoyo. And you?”

“Tendo Satori. Nice to meet you,” the new “acquaintance” said, extending his hand. Shoyo grimaced, remembering how those two boys had shaken his hand earlier.

“Yeah, well, I need to get going. Bye,” Shoyo said quickly, avoiding the handshake as he hurried off to the fourth floor for his next class.

Tendo froze for a moment, looking at his hand before smirking and glancing back at where Shoyo had disappeared up the stairs.

“What a strange kid. And a human, too~. I can tell this is going to be fun,” he chuckled, his eyes briefly lightening in color as he grinned.

Once Shoyo reached the fourth floor, he leaned against the wall, exhaling heavily.

His head was filled with strange thoughts. All he hoped for now was to avoid any more “weird” guys.

Finding the classrooms, however, was a challenge. Why couldn’t he locate a simple biology room?

Surely the names of subjects should be on the doors, but no—instead, there were just numbers and letters to denote freshmen, sophomores, and juniors. For example, the chemistry room was labeled “12A.”

Shoyo couldn’t understand why everything had to be so complicated. To make matters worse, no one had explained where to find the classrooms.

So, as before, he had to ask someone.

He prayed he wouldn’t run into another strange guy.

But, as they say, “What you fear most is what you’ll face…”

While Shoyo wandered, looking for someone to ask, Tanaka was busy shocking the rest of Karasuno with news about the new omega—and a human one at that.

“Seriously? An omega, and a human at that? How did the principal even let him in here?” Tanaka exclaimed to the four guys standing around him.

The one speaking was almost the same height as Shoyo, with messy dark hair spiked upward and a bleached strand falling onto his forehead.

“I feel bad for him,” said another boy, who was just under 180 centimeters tall with dark chestnut hair. He seemed both worried and calm, as usual.

“Ennoshita, it’s not really our concern. We don’t even know who this guy is,” a third boy sighed, glancing at his friend.

This one was shorter than Ennoshita, with short, spiky light-blond hair and cat-like eyes.

“You’re just like Daichi—always so level-headed. Besides, he’s going to be our teammate soon,” Tanaka scoffed.

“Still, we have no idea how he’ll behave on the team,” said the last guy with a faint smile, scratching his head.

Like Tanaka, he had a shaved head, though his hair was darker. He stood at 180 centimeters with a calm expression.

“I kind of agree with Kinoshita; we don’t really know what to expect from him yet.”

“Come on, Noya, don’t be so proper—it doesn’t suit you,” Tanaka said, throwing an arm around his friend’s shoulder and laughing.

The rest of the class remained silent, watching them.

“Did you hear? Karasuno has an omega now,” whispered two boys walking away from the sophomore class, heading upstairs.

“Not just an omega—a human, too,” one of them smirked, glancing at the other. Both were thinking how lucky they were to overhear Tanaka, who always talked way too loudly.

“What do you think will happen if Oikawa finds out?”

“I’m sure it’ll be hard to take the human away then.”

“You talk like he’s food,” the first guy chuckled.

“Says you,” the other huffed, rolling his eyes.

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Honestly, approaching someone again was a problem for Shoyo.

Surprisingly, it was only now that he started realizing something was off here.

Though he hoped it was just his imagination.

As he stood there, trying to decide who to approach and ask about the biology classroom, someone unexpectedly approached him first.

— Looking for something? — a soft, calm voice came from the side.

Shoyo turned to see a guy about half a head taller than him.

His hair was longer than his chin, light with black roots. But what struck Shoyo the most were his golden eyes, reminiscent of a cat’s.

— Yeah… I’m new here and don’t know where the biology classroom is, — the guy tilted his head like a real cat and started looking for something on his phone.

Of all the "weird" guys here, this one seemed calm and more reasonable?

The guy finished looking and showed Shoyo some kind of diagram on his phone.

— It says here which floor the classrooms are on and their numbers. You can take a picture, — Shoyo nodded and did as he was told.

— Thanks a lot, I thought I wouldn’t get lucky again, — he said the last words quieter.

— Not lucky? Oh, you mean some of those overly energetic guys? — Shoyo nodded.

The guy just hummed, moving to the other side, leaning against the wall.

— There are too many of them here. Probably because of… — the guy looked at Shoyo and squinted, thinking about something.

— Anyway, doesn’t matter. My name’s Kozume Kenma.

— I’m Hinata Shoyo. Nice to meet you, — surprisingly, this was the first guy all day that Shoyo didn’t want to run away from or who didn’t act like a wild animal.

— Are you also in a volleyball team? — Shoyo nodded and asked the same question in return.

— Yeah, second-year in Nekoma.

— Oh, that’s cool. I’ll be a first-year in Karasuno, — the guy smiled, probably at a potential new friend.

Kenma nodded, lost in his thoughts.

Just as he was about to say something important, someone started calling out his name loudly, scaring even the other students nearby. Some were ready to complain, but upon seeing who it was, they stopped immediately.

— Damn. You need to leave. Quickly, — Kenma looked slightly worried, glancing between the three guys approaching and Shoyo.

— What? Why? Are they bullying you?

— Wha— no, nothing like that. Just go, — Shoyo gulped and stepped back.

— Shoyo. Now, — Kenma whispered the last words, but only Shoyo caught them.

After that, Shoyo left immediately.

Kenma, not showing any emotion, sighed in relief and turned to face the idiots.

— I heard you, Kuroo, as soon as you entered this floor. Stop scaring vampires with your shouting, — the named guy smirked, glancing around at everyone on the floor with disdain and a sneer, sending shivers down their spines.

— What are you talking about, Ken-Ken? Did you call these guys vampires? And stop calling me by my last name; you can use my first name, — Kuroo chuckled, knowing no one would dare say anything to him, fearing for their insignificant lives.

The Kuroo clan had existed for centuries, and everyone who even slightly knew or had heard of them knew to stay out of their way. Not only were they powerful vampires, but their clan always boasted strong, capable alphas, stronger than most betas and even the majority of other alphas. Omegas didn’t even stand a chance.

They could suffocate an alpha with a bad mood, bring them to their knees without even lifting a hand—just with a glance.

Just don’t do anything they don’t like, and you’ll be fine.

There weren’t too many clans like this, but not too few either—a golden middle.

The most famous vampire and alpha clans in this academy were: Bokuto, Miya, Oikawa, Tsukishima, Ushijima, Kageyama, Akaashi, Sugawara, Haiba, Suna, Tendou, Sakusa.

Some clans were still at war, just as they had been a thousand years ago, fighting for the top spot in the vampire world. But others, like Kuroo and Bokuto, Oikawa and Miya, Tsukishima and Kageyama, didn’t see each other as problems anymore.

In the future, when they inherited their respective clans, they hoped to put an end to this enmity.

But that was for later.

— Don’t be so full of yourself, Kuroo, — Kenma snapped as the three behind him started laughing.

— Why so grumpy, Kenma? — another guy approached him—Atsumu Miya.

Like Kuroo, he was also a candidate for the "throne" of his clan. A close friend of Kuroo’s—if you saw one, the other was nearby.

But Atsumu had a twin brother, so the two often argued over who would lead their clan.

— Weird… you smell like a human, — Kuroo, Atsumu, and Kenma froze, staring at the last guy. Kozume gulped, trying not to show any reaction.

The last one was Bokuto Kotaro, Kuroo’s best friend and bro. However, their clans couldn’t stand each other the most. The reasons were still unclear.

Strangely, everyone in Bokuto’s clan had better senses than other vampires.

— What, decided to switch from animals to humans? — Kenma exhaled in relief. Though Bokuto had a good nose, he didn’t have a good brain. Atsumu and Tetsuro weren’t much better either…

If Tsukishima were here, he would have figured everything out instantly. That thought sent a shiver through Kenma. He couldn’t stand that smartass with glasses.

— No, idiot. I was standing next to Oikawa when he was flirting with some human girl again, — Kozume rolled his eyes as Kotaro yelped, offended at being called an idiot.

How other alphas envy Kenma: he can insult or dismiss others without hesitation, despite being an ordinary alpha vampire. He doesn’t stand out much but can go longer without human blood than most, sustaining himself on animal blood once or twice a week, which is sufficient for him.

— Ken-Ken, come on, be kinder.
— Oikawa as usual, — Atsumu smirked, trailing behind Kenma, recalling how he caught him flirting with yet another girl.

Some even started to believe that Kenma was their leader, seeing how those three followed behind him without daring to say anything in return.

Now, let's talk about our three stars.

Kuroo: Tall with an athletic build, especially when compared to Kenma, who isn’t as sporty. Kuroo stands at 188 cm.
His amber eyes, like Kenma's, are darker and more cynical, making people think he looks down on everyone with mockery—an accurate assumption. His messy black hair falls to the right, almost covering his eye.
He is calm, confident, sarcastic, and never misses a chance to tease someone—unless it involves his close ones.

Atsumu Miya: Also tall but slightly shorter than Kuroo at 184 cm.
His light blond hair, styled in a grunge fashion, has natural black roots along the temples. His golden eyes are often half-closed, giving him a calm demeanor.
On the court, he’s composed and strategic, but off it, he often gives off a foolish vibe.
One could call him a smug jerk with sky-high self-esteem, though he occasionally shows genuine care for those who matter to him.

Bokuto Kotaro: Just a couple of centimeters taller than Atsumu at 185 cm.
His ash-colored hair with black streaks is spiked upward.
He has bright amber eyes, owl-like in appearance, and a build comparable to Kuroo—perhaps even bulkier.
Bokuto is energetic, loud, and cheerful. However, his mood swings drastically in seconds; if you upset him, he can transform from a kind vampire into your worst nightmare. Despite that, he’s a cinnamon roll at heart—albeit a sarcastic one, possibly influenced by Kuroo and Miya.

While the trio was busy teasing Kenma, Shoyo had already reached the classroom and sat down.

In his head, thoughts kept spinning: Why was Kenma so anxious? Why did he tell me to run?

And if Kenma was truly scared, perhaps it was better not to cross paths with those guys?
Hinata sighed deeply, resting his head on the desk.

The rest of his classes were spent in silence, avoiding everyone. As soon as a lesson ended, he would quickly head to the next classroom, sit in the back row, and pretend to focus. Others’ glances made him flinch constantly.

Now back in his dorm room, Hinata hadn’t met any of his future teammates yet.
He changed into his sports uniform, took his omega suppression pills, and sprayed himself with special scents to mask his identity—something he had forgotten to do upon arrival.
That oversight was why some people had already figured out what he truly was, though Hinata himself had no idea.

Honestly, his fear was overwhelming as he approached the Karasuno gym. From behind the doors, it seemed like practice was already underway. Shoyo was supposed to arrive twenty minutes earlier but had hesitated due to anxiety.
Taking a deep breath, he swung the doors open and walked in. The practice immediately stopped, and all eyes turned to the uninvited guest.

The coaches approached Shoyo and instructed everyone to line up.
— My name is Hinata Shoyo. I hope we can work well together, — he said with a smile, trying to calm his pounding heart.

His flushed cheeks made him look even cuter.
Someone from the crowd snorted.
— Great, just what we needed—an annoying, squeaky tangerine, — one guy sneered, crossing his arms and looking down on Shoyo.
Hinata pursed his lips at the rude comment but managed a smile.

— Kageyama, don’t be so harsh on the newbie. We don’t even know how he plays yet, — another boy chuckled, rubbing his neck.

— Strange… I can’t sense any omega scent from him now, — while others were introducing themselves to Shoyo, Daichi and Tanaka stepped aside to grab some water.

— Maybe you’re mistaken? Or he’s using those special perfumes, — Daichi couldn’t figure out how he felt about the newcomer.

— Probably the latter. And now his blood scent is much weaker too.
— That’s good. At least guys like Oikawa and Kuroo won’t bother him, — Daichi tensed, watching everyone mingle and split into teams.

— What’s with you, Sawamura? Feeling sorry for the kid? — Tanaka teased, earning an eye-roll from Daichi.
— Not at all.

Surprisingly, Shoyo befriended almost everyone—or maybe they just pretended.
Sugawara immediately recognized that the boy was genuinely interesting. But like Tanaka, he couldn’t sense any omega scent or much of a blood scent, almost as if Hinata were a low-ranking vampire.

The ones Hinata disliked the most were Tsukishima and Kageyama—they were far too arrogant. The only kind first-year was Yamaguchi.

Tsukishima Kei: Arrogant and enjoys mocking anyone he can. Often seen with Kageyama, Kuroo, or Bokuto. Standing at 188 cm, he’s quite tall. His short, messy blond hair and golden eyes give him a calm but sarcastic look.
As a member of the "Tsukishima" clan, he’s highly intelligent, analytical, and cynical.

Kageyama Tobio: Moody and hot-tempered, he only cares about victory and his ego.
At 180 cm, he’s relatively short compared to others, but mentioning this could end badly. His muscular body, short black hair, and dark blue eyes give him an intimidating aura.
Dubbed the “King of the Court,” his reputation precedes him.

Yamaguchi Tadashi: A sweet, quiet boy who caught Shoyo’s attention immediately with his freckled face and kind gaze, reassuring him he wouldn’t do anything harmful—or so Shoyo hoped.
At 175 cm, he’s not very tall. His short black hair has a greenish tint and sticks out messily.
Like Kenma, he’s a weaker vampire, able to sustain himself on animal blood without relying on humans. Kind, hardworking, and timid, he can still show some sass thanks to Tsukishima’s influence.

The first practice went well. Shoyo was nervous at first, making mistakes like missing the ball or catching it with his face. Serving was a disaster, unsurprisingly earning laughs and jabs from Tsukishima and Kageyama, while Yamaguchi chuckled softly.
But when Hinata attacked or blocked, everyone was amazed by his jumps and speed. The highlight was when he and Kageyama pulled off a quick attack, with Shoyo trusting him completely and closing his eyes.

After practice, everyone began cleaning up.
While collecting balls, Shoyo accidentally bumped into a wall. He didn’t notice it at first, but a drop of blood trickled onto his hand. Touching his forehead, he realized he’d hit hard enough to break the skin.

Suddenly, someone grabbed his arm and led him toward the infirmary. Holding his forehead to stop the bleeding, he glanced at his guide—it was Yamaguchi, who seemed anxious, twitching slightly as he kept checking on Shoyo.

— Is he human? — Unsurprisingly, Kageyama was the first to break, his voice a mix of anger and fear as he struggled to hold back. The scent of Shoyo’s blood was overwhelmingly sweet, and he couldn’t understand why he hadn’t lost control yet.

— Yeah. We have no idea why he’s here or how the principal let him in, — Sugawara, too, was barely holding on…

— He smells good…

— Noya, don't even think about it, — Tanaka smacked him on the head, making him yelp and shush his friend.

Kageyama clicked his tongue, abruptly turned around, and started walking toward the doors.

— Damn tangerine.

— And what are you going to do about it? — Tsukishima looked at everyone. He seemed both calm and tense but gave no outward sign of it.

— What’s there to do?

— Do what you want, but I’m not going to save that little guy from the others. Just because we held back doesn’t mean everyone else will. Besides, no one’s in need of blood right now, but when someone does, it’ll be harder to control themselves, — Tsukishima clicked his tongue and, like Kageyama, walked away.

Probably to keep an eye on that idiot so he doesn’t do anything stupid.

Daichi sighed, realizing that this whole idea — agreeing to let him join the team — was a bad one.

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The boys quickly entered the infirmary, and Yamaguchi locked the door; if it weren't for this strange situation and the pain, Shoyo might have thought about something inappropriate. The boy by the door sighed and leaned against it, but remembering he wasn't alone, he glanced at Hinata.

— Are you okay? Let me treat your wound, — he said, walking to the cabinet and grabbing the necessary supplies.

Looking at the boy before him, Yamaguchi swallowed hard. The scent had diminished somewhat, but the taste lingered in his mouth.

Shoyo sat there, staring at the floor. Too much had happened in one day — why was everyone around him acting so strangely?

It was just a bump on the head, a little blood, that’s all. So why was Yamaguchi so worried, and why had the others been utterly horrified?

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t hear Yamaguchi call him for the third time. He only snapped out of it when Yamaguchi placed a hand on his cheek and gently turned his head.

— Hinata, I need to treat this. Please, look at me; you’re starting to scare me, — Shoyo blinked a few times but, realizing what was being asked of him, nodded.

Yamaguchi sighed and began carefully cleaning the blood. Afterward, he placed a bandage on the wound.

While tidying up and throwing everything away, Yamaguchi’s thoughts spiraled.

“If he’s human, what is he even doing here? Damn, the others must have sensed him. How did you make it here safely, Shoyo…?”

Lost in thought, he glanced back at Shoyo, who seemed to have calmed the storm in his mind and regained his composure. Shoyo was slowly looking around the room they were in. When he turned his head toward Yamaguchi, he realized they’d fallen into silence, simply staring at each other.

Yamaguchi’s thoughts wandered again. Shoyo looked so small, even compared to him.

— I think you should take a shower. Oh, and… — He turned toward the shelves and pulled out a white bottle that resembled shampoo.

— Shampoo? Why would I need that? — Shoyo asked, looking a bit surprised. Yamaguchi hesitated for a moment, pondering what to say.

— Well, this shampoo has a really nice scent. I think you’ll like it.

“Can’t exactly tell him it’ll help mask his scent from overly sensitive vampires.”

Shoyo looked at his friend, then back at the shampoo bottle.

— Alright… I’ll head out then.

— Wait, Hinata, let’s go back to the dorm together, — Yamaguchi scratched the back of his head.

Shoyo agreed, though the request seemed odd.

As the two walked toward the dorms, Yamaguchi silently prayed to every deity that no one would catch the boy’s scent.

To his surprise, nothing happened.

When they reached the dorm, the two parted ways. Shoyo went straight to the showers, taking the ill-fated shampoo with him.

— Surprising you didn’t tell him anything, — Yamaguchi nearly had a second heart attack for the day.

Entering his room, he found Tsukishima sitting on his bed. The room was dark, and light from the slightly open door fell on Tsukishima’s face, giving his eyes an even more golden hue.

— No… I wanted to, but I couldn’t, — Yamaguchi said, turning on the light and closing the door. Sitting on the opposite side of the bed, he looked at his friend.

— Not couldn’t. Didn’t want to. His scent’s got you all messed up, and now you don’t want to let go of your little pet, — Tsukishima retorted. He wasn’t wrong, and even Yamaguchi had to admit that. But a small voice of reason told him otherwise.

— Maybe you’re right. But if the headmaster let him in, something’s definitely off. It’s like letting prey into a cage full of wild animals, — Yamaguchi muttered. Tsukishima nodded in agreement, his amused expression growing.

What could the headmaster possibly be planning? Or was it somehow possible he didn’t even know Shoyo was human?

Even if that were the case, Tsukishima didn’t care. He wanted to see what would happen to the lamb among wolves. Would they devour him entirely, leaving nothing behind, or would the lamb rise above the wolves?

The thought made him smirk, anticipating an intriguing game.

Unsurprisingly, Yamaguchi swallowed nervously at that smirk, silently worrying about the human.

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— Tsukki, you can lie to anyone you want, but I can feel that you don’t really want him to leave. And I don’t think it’s just because you’re curious about what’s going to happen to him here, — Kei tensed, staring at his friend.

— I hate that you can sense this kind of stuff. Still can’t figure out how and what exactly, — Tadashi smirked, trying to suppress a grin. Though his friend was smarter than most, he wouldn’t be fooled.

— I don’t really understand it myself. So, what are you going to do, Tsukki? — he raised a questioning eyebrow.

— Nothing. I’ll just watch.

— You never change, huh, — Yamaguchi smiled.

— And you?

— This might sound weird, but for now, nothing. Although his blood smells really good, — Kei scoffed at those words.

— Surprising that you’d like even the basic scent of a human.

Yamaguchi clicked his tongue at his friend’s remark, though it was true. He’d been living on animal blood for a while, but the scent of some random kid had drawn him in.

— Anyway, I got what I wanted to know. Later.

— Not even a “good night”? — Yamaguchi smiled as Kei turned to leave but was stopped by loud voices from the hall.

Both of them stepped out to see what was going on.

In the hall stood an absolutely furious Kageyama and a slightly nervous Shoyo.

— How did they even let someone like him into our academy?

Shoyo frowned, not understanding what all the fuss was about; so he accidentally spilled coffee on him—big deal.

— Yo, King, why so angry? — Noya, who had also come out due to the noise, was the first to take Hinata’s side.

— No one dragged you into this, — as was often said, the higher a vampire alpha’s status, the bigger the trouble. Noya stepped back a couple of steps, breathing heavily, almost collapsing, but Daichi caught him.

It seemed like the entire hall had gathered by now.

— Kageyama, calm down.

— You started this over coffee, seriously? — Shoyo couldn’t understand why things had to get so complicated; he’d apologized, but this idiot wouldn’t stop.

Noya coughed and stood up slightly, though honestly, he was scared.

Shoyo bit his lip, watching as others suffered because of him.

Kageyama clicked his tongue and, turning sharply, stormed off to his room.

— Noya-san, are you okay? — Shoyo immediately approached him.

— I’m fine. That idiot can be intense, — he sighed, looking at the newcomer.

Shoyo really did look flustered, and for some reason, it warmed something deep inside the vampire.

— A lot has happened in just one day, — Daichi sighed, saying it aloud as he still hadn’t fully adjusted to having a human on their team, let alone Kageyama starting drama with suffocating threats.

— Hey, Hinata, don’t look like he broke something in me. I’m fine, really, don’t worry.

Noya smiled and ruffled the boy’s hair. Shoyo muttered something incomprehensible, though a clear “thank you” could be heard.

People started to disperse to their rooms.

Hinata didn’t wait long and immediately headed to his own.

Entering his room, he closed the door, leaned his back against the wall, and covered his face with his hands.

“What’s with this place? Why is everything so strange? Not a single omega, and these alphas are just too weird.”

After sitting on the bed for a while, he realized he wasn’t sleepy at all. Not that he could sleep under these circumstances.

Grabbing his phone and dressing warmly, he left his room. The hall and kitchen were empty.

As he walked towards the academy exit, he didn’t encounter anyone either, which was a relief.

Finally stepping outside, he immediately dialed his mother’s number.

— Shoyo, I thought you’d be asleep by now, — her quiet, calm, and familiar laugh came from the other end.

Shoyo smiled.

For the next half-hour, he told her about his day, carefully omitting the fact that he seemed to be the only omega there. Worrying his mother wasn’t the best idea.

— And what about the team? Did they accept you? — Shoyo paused for a moment, thinking about what to say.

— Well, it’s just the first day. Not everyone yet, but yeah. Everything’s fine, Mom.

She sighed and asked him to be careful.

Shoyo said he’d try, and after saying goodbye, hung up.

The sudden silence was overwhelming. He stood not far from the academy, where the lights were still on.

Returning, he was once again relieved not to encounter anyone.

Entering the dorm, he found a bespectacled guy in the kitchen, reading something. The dim light made his appearance even more unsettling.

When the guy noticed him, he put the book down and stared at the human.

— Where have you been? — Shoyo flinched at the sudden voice, nearly choking.

The boy looked at Kei, who was standing calmly by the table, watching him.

— What kind of question is that? It’s not like going out at night is forbidden.

Tsukishima narrowed his eyes.

— No, I just thought you might’ve run away, — he smirked at the last words, making Shoyo tense up.

— I’m not going to run away just because of some idiot like Kageyama.

Tsukishima scoffed and stepped away from the table, moving closer to Hinata.

The latter tensed even more, unsure what the tall guy wanted from him.

— Maybe you’re not running now, but what will you do next? — with each word, the boy’s tone grew quieter. Shoyo gulped, feeling even more confused, his hands beginning to tremble slightly.

— Am I interrupting something? — someone suddenly turned on the light. Kei hissed, while Shoyo covered his eyes.

Both turned to see Yamaguchi standing there.

To his own surprise, Shoyo blushed and quickly left for his room without saying anything.

— Ugh, I almost managed to scare him, — Kei muttered, returning to the table to pick up his book.

— That looked more like flirting than scaring, Tsukki.

— Shut up, Yamaguchi.

Tadashi chuckled, understanding his friend’s irritation.

— What are you guys doing up so late?

A somewhat sleepy Tanaka walked into the kitchen.

— Everyone’s flocking to the kitchen at night like moths, — Tsukishima clicked his tongue, closed his book, and left for his room.

— He’s the one who sits here for hours at night, — Yamaguchi muttered, yelping and jumping when a sudden voice startled him.

Standing behind him were Suga and Daichi.

— Everyone really does come out of their dens at night, huh, — from another side, Noya appeared, disheveled and wearing just pants.

— What’s with the midnight gathering? — the least expected visitor appeared—Kageyama. Not because he rarely came out at night, but because of the incident a few hours ago.

— Oh, look who’s here.

— Tsk, it got too hot in my room. And, uh, Noya, apologize.

Everyone stared at him in surprise. He didn’t understand why they were looking at him like that. Yamaguchi’s mouth even hung open in shock.

— What? — Kageyama looked at everyone, confused.

— Same question. Did you maybe say something wrong?

— Oh, right. Yeah, sorry. Anyway, I’m going back. Goodnight, everyone, — without waiting for a response, he turned and disappeared into his room.

— Well, that’s not surprising. It’s Kageyama, after all, — Daichi chuckled at Suga’s words but agreed.

— Pfft, I thought I’d have to apologize for him almost choking me.

They chatted for a while before heading to their rooms. After all, tomorrow would be a long day.

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Shoyo woke up feeling nervous, breathing heavily.

Grabbing his phone, he saw it was only 6:25.

He couldn’t fall back asleep, so he started getting dressed. After taking a shower, he drank his omega pills and left the dormitory.

The kitchen and living room were quiet—everyone seemed to be asleep.

Classes didn’t start until eight, so he had no idea what to do.

As he walked a little farther, he bumped into someone.

Letting out a startled noise, he looked up and met an examining gaze.

Chocolate-colored eyes scanned his entire body, and when their eyes finally met, the person smirked and closed their eyes briefly.

“Oh, what a lovely morning. It’s rare to see anyone walking around this early,” the guy chuckled, still studying Hinata.

Shoyo pressed his lips together. He definitely needed to run as fast as he could right now.

Just one look, and his legs felt like they were going to give out. Someone might think he was in heat, but that wasn’t it—not now. And those alpha dominance tricks that could make both omegas and alphas lose their balance or start gasping for air? They barely worked on Shoyo. He’d been a bit “defective” since childhood... which actually worked in his favor.

So why was he feeling so scared now?

“Ah, sorry. I didn’t see you,” Shoyo stepped back, a lump forming in his throat as his eyes darted around the hallways, searching for any kind of escape.

“And who are you, by the way? I don’t remember seeing any short, red-haired alphas around here.”

“Well, I’m, uh, new,” Shoyo gulped. He wanted to leave as quickly as possible—who wouldn’t in this situation?

“Oh, really? What a surprise. I’m Oikawa Tooru,” the guy smirked and extended his hand.

Shoyo groaned internally at his misfortune—yet another strange person.

Still, he shook his hand.

“Hinata Shoyo. Nice to meet you,” he said, his voice slightly quieter than before.

“You’re in ‘Karasuno’?”

Shoyo nodded hesitantly. This guy looked way too perfect.

He was about 184 cm tall, with a well-built body.

His hair was chocolate-brown, matching his slightly lighter eyes. Strange, and at first glance, self-absorbed—though that was just a first impression.

“Oh, by the way, what category of vamp—” he didn’t finish, interrupted by someone.

“Shoyo,” a familiar voice called from behind. It was Kenma.

God, Hinata was so relieved to see him that his eyes practically sparkled with hope.

“Oh wow, long time no see, Kozume.”

“What are you doing bothering guys here, Oikawa?”

Tooru scoffed, pretending to be hurt as he placed a hand over his heart.

“How could you say such a thing? I’m only interested in sweet, shy girls. Although Sho-kun is pretty cute too,” he added with a wink.

Shoyo shuddered—no way, not even in his worst nightmares, did he want to befriend this guy.

“Haha, well, I actually need to go now. Sorry, Oikawa-san,” Shoyo quickly grabbed Kenma’s hand and dragged him in the opposite direction.

Kenma hadn’t expected it but didn’t say anything.

“Ah, he didn’t even answer what category of vampire he is. Oh well.”

After walking a bit farther, Shoyo suddenly stopped and let go of Kenma’s hand.

“Oh, sorry. I just wanted to get away from him so badly that I didn’t even realize I grabbed your hand.”

Kenma nodded silently.

“How do you even manage to run into guys like that?” Kenma sighed, growing more amazed by the second. It was only Shoyo’s second day, and he’d already met Oikawa.

“What was he even talking about?” Kenma looked at him, not understanding.

“Well, he said something about categories, but I didn’t catch the last part.”

Kenma instantly understood what he meant.

He could’ve explained it to him right there and then, but it wasn’t his responsibility. Honestly, he had no idea why he kept helping Shoyo—yesterday and today.

He could just say, “This academy is full of vampires, and they’re all alphas. You’re a human and the only omega here. You’re seriously unlucky. Some people already know about it but aren’t saying anything. But it’s none of my business if you end up someone’s personal pet.”

He couldn’t even think about saying that—he wasn’t that much of a jerk.

“It’s about class categories. Some are ranked higher, and some lower,” he half-lied, though it wasn’t entirely untrue—it was more about clans than classes.

“Oh, I see. Interesting,” Shoyo mused, staring out the window.

Kenma sighed in relief, realizing everything was fine.

“Well, I’ll head to my classroom now and wait there. Thanks, Kenma.”

Kenma said goodbye and went to his own classroom.

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Finally entering the classroom, Hinata exhaled. It was exactly seven, and he was already here, sitting.

— Hinata? Why are you here so early? — someone suddenly spoke, causing Shouyo to nearly jump. But when he looked to see who it was, he saw Yamaguchi.

— Woke up early and couldn’t fall back asleep. So I decided to come straight here, — Shouyo smiled, almost forgetting about his new "acquaintance."

Yamaguchi chuckled, understanding the boy, and asked if he could sit next to him. Shouyo just nodded.

— Where’s the grumpy glasses guy? — Yamaguchi blinked a few times, then laughed a few seconds later.

— Grumpy glasses guy? You mean Tsuki?

Shouyo nodded, not understanding why he was laughing, and blushed a little, dropping his gaze.

— Oh, sorry, I think I phrased it wrong. Tsuki just seems... grumpy at first. But when you’ve been friends with him for a while, he’s actually nice, — Yamaguchi said, tilting his head and smiling with his eyes closed.

— Who’s nice? — Tsukishima suddenly appeared by their desk, unsurprisingly.

It seemed like Shouyo's heart was about to stop from such quiet greetings.

Yamaguchi yelped, smiling as he looked at his friend.

— Oh, nothing, Tsuki, but why are you up so early? — Tsuki clicked his tongue and took a chair from another desk, sitting facing them.

— Daichi’s got some problems, so he made everyone get up to find what he needs. And honestly, — he glanced at Shouyo, who gulped, not understanding what he meant, — he asked us not to enter the dorm until the lessons are over.

Yamaguchi nodded understandingly, probably because after yesterday, Daichi needed blood, so it’s no wonder he didn’t want to touch Shouyo.

And considering it’s not easy to find blood, it would take a while, and it had to be human blood, since he's a high-ranking vampire.

Shouyo himself didn’t understand what had happened with the captain, and why he couldn’t go into the dorm so soon.

— By the way, do you guys know Oikawa Tooru? — suddenly, the boys stared at him, and even Tsukishima was a little shocked.

— How did you meet or run into that idiot? — Yamaguchi nodded, confirming what his friend was saying.

Shouyo told them about the unfortunate encounter, after which the boys exchanged glances, thinking it over.

— Did he say anything to you? — Shouyo said "no," still not understanding what was wrong. That guy was strange, sure, but not that much… or maybe it just seemed that way at first, and he was much worse than Kageyama.

— Well, he asked something about class categories. I didn’t really get it either, — Shouyo spoke a bit quieter, tilting his head and looking at them.

Yamaguchi choked on the air, realizing things were going further than expected.

— So what did you say? — Kei was calm, but if he had understood what Shouyo meant, the guy wouldn't be sitting with them so casually.

— Well, KENMA showed up at that time, and he pulled me away from his weird questions.

Tsukishima folded his arms and sighed heavily.

— So, how many have you... befriended, let’s say?

— Well, I guess not that many. Tendo, Terushima, and I think that’s it, — at the mention of another name, the boys tensed.

— Terushima’s a bit strange...

Shouyo, confused, tilted his head, and they realized he didn’t get it.

— He’s pretty weird. And he might say some nonsense, — Yamaguchi gave a crooked smile while saying this.

— Everyone here is weird... — Shouyo grimaced, remembering everyone he had met. He hadn’t even told them that Kenma had told him to leave because of some guys. But maybe it wasn’t necessary to mention that to them...

— Oh, by the way, about that loose cannon Oikawa, — Shouyo snickered into his fist, trying not to laugh.

— Didn’t think you could say that, Yamaguchi. So, what’s this about? — Yamaguchi smiled and looked at the still-smiling Shouyo.

— We have a practice match against Aobajousai next week.

— Aobajousai is a pretty strong team. And they’re putting us against them so soon? — Shouyo really didn’t get why it was against them.

— We’re not that weak, we can beat them by any means, idiot, — the class door opened, and a slightly angry, disheveled Kageyama entered. The two vampires weren’t surprised by his greeting, but Shouyo flinched, covered in goosebumps.

He still didn’t like this strange, emotional guy.

— Yeah, that makes sense. But... — Kageyama growled, walking to his desk and slamming his hands down on it, not too loudly.

— No "buts."

Shouyo sighed quietly, watching the guy pass but stop.

— I apologize for yesterday. I wasn’t in the right mood.

Then he walked over and sat at the last desk.

Shouyo, sighing, looked at the others.

— Hah, he actually apologized, — Tsukishima smirked, slightly shocked at Kageyama’s state.

— What’s wrong with him, — Shouyo whispered.

— Alright, I’m tired of your conversations, I’m leaving while I still have time.

Tsukishima stood up and left the class.

While Yamaguchi tried to learn more about Shouyo, Tsukishima was heading to the dorm.

Only Shouyo wasn’t allowed to enter, but that didn’t concern him.

Entering the dorm, he found Daichi in the kitchen, sitting and looking at something on his phone.

— So, did you find the blood? — Daichi jumped and looked at Tsukishima.

— No. This is really tough. I decided to switch to animal blood, but then Shouyo appeared... and everything went sideways.

Tsukishima squinted and approached.

— Find a human girl, you know, the more you wait, the more it hurts.

Daichi bit his lip and clicked his tongue.

— I don’t want to do that. It’s almost like... rape.

— Then there’s only one thing left. Ask our "beloved" high-ranking vampires, I think Kuroo or Oikawa would be shocked if you ask them.

Daichi hummed and started thinking about it.

— Damn, that’s the last thing I want to ask them. But if there’s no other way, then yeah, I’ll have to go to them.

— Oh, by the way. We have a problem.

Daichi looked at the guy, nodded, signaling that he could speak.

— Our new guy already met Oikawa, and even made friends, it seems, — Daichi looked surprised. — Oikawa almost asked him what category of vampire he is. But Kenma sort of saved him.

The guy opposite looked increasingly shocked.

— Oikawa, Kenma? And now he’s acquainted with Nekoma? I’m shocked, — he sighed, looking at Kei.

— And Terushima and Tendo, it’s strange they haven’t told him anything.

— You think they’re planning something?

Tsukishima thought for a moment. It really seemed like they were planning God knows what. But for now, nothing was clear.

— Fine, we’ll deal with that later. We need to find Kuroo. I’m not really keen on asking Oikawa.

— I’ll go to their dorm and ask.

Daichi nodded in gratitude.

Leaving his dorm, Kei was heading to Nekoma. It had been a while since he was there, a couple of times Kuroo and Bokuto had pushed him there, not telling him that once they got him drunk.

Finally entering, he went to the kitchen. Only one guy was there, a bit disheveled, still half-asleep.

— Lev, is your crazy captain in his room? — the guy choked when he heard a voice from behind. Turning around, he sighed upon seeing it was only Tsukishima.

— And good morning to you too. Did Kuroo-san piss you off or do something again? — he just smiled, wondering if Kuroo had done something strange.

— Hey, I’ve been sitting still for a couple of days, haven’t even bothered any girls lately, — the kitchen door opened, and a cheerful but slightly angry Kuroo walked in. Lev gulped, looking at the guy.

— I came to ask you for some blood. If you’re not too busy, — Kuroo blinked a couple of times and grinned, walking towards Kei.

— You didn’t even say hi, and you’re already asking for something, Tsuki, that’s sad, — he sighed dramatically, showing that Kuroo had offended him.

Tsukishima clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes.

— Good morning. And stop calling me Tsuki.

Kuroo nodded, smiling.

Let’s not forget about the third guy in the kitchen, who was standing just like when Kei entered, sipping tea, wondering why Kei needed blood, especially from the captain.

— So, why do you need blood, Kei-chan?

Tsukishima grimaced at the weird way his name was being said.

But arguing with this flirt was pointless...

— This is not for me.

Kuroo was even more surprised, but both he and Lev were curious about why.

— Oh, really? I’m curious, to whom? — Kei sighed, realizing that he wouldn't get anything just like that.

— This is for Daichi-san. He’s been feeling unwell lately, and he’s craving more blood that’s... decent, — Tetsuro smirked, now understanding why he had come.

— What’s going on with Daichi lately? I saw him yesterday, he seemed agitated or angry. And now this... interesting... — the Nekoma guy suppressed a smile, thinking about the strange Kenma from yesterday, Daichi, and even Tsukishima, who seemed off.

— I don’t know. So, will you give it to him? — Kuroo smiled and nodded, saying he’d go get the blood bag and come back.

He returned quickly, handing over a small transparent bag with red liquid.

— Well, say hi to Daichi for me, — Tsukishima said, and Kuroo replied, "Aha," already almost at the door.

— Oh, by the way, Tsuki. I recently had a thought... it’d be great if we had a person or even a couple in our academy, right? — the guy stopped by the door and looked at Kuroo.

Kuroo noticed the intrigued look, smirked.

— It’d be nice to drink their blood without any issues and not have to use these inconvenient bags.

— Yeah... it’d be better, — Tsukishima said nothing more and left.

— Kuroo-san, what are you talking about? — Lev asked, not understanding.

Turning to Lev, Kuroo smiled, closing his eyes.

— Nothing, Lev. Just thinking out loud, — he finished, flashing a toothy smile, and his eyes gleamed dangerously as he walked away.

A bit about Lev. Haiba Lev, with light gray, slicked-back hair. Green eyes, resembling those of a cat. His height is over 190 cm, with a normal build.

His character is generally cheerful, but he often acts like a child. Despite his height and piercing gaze, many find him intimidating and serious. He can be a bit rude without realizing it, though he doesn’t notice when he says something wrong.

Tsukishima returned to the dorm quickly. After handing over the blood bag, he went off to classes. Daichi would come later, having written to the professors that he was feeling unwell.

The day passed quite calmly. Shoyo tried to stay close to at least someone from his group. Since he had gotten along best with Yamaguchi, the latter walked with him, and Tadaashi didn’t mind, in fact, he was even glad. Though Tsukishima didn’t share this happiness, now not only Yamaguchi walked with him, but also this "mandarin."

Both of them got on his nerves quite a bit, but surprisingly, he didn’t chase them away, although he tried.

Since they had a practice match against "Aobajosai" soon, their training sessions were tougher and longer. Sometimes they stayed until ten, and the teachers would drive them out into the classrooms.

Shoyo and Kageyama trained the hardest, although the latter was reluctant, but only with this guy did such a quick attack come together.

A week went by, and almost nothing happened. It seemed Kenma started visiting Shoyo more often, and once, Kuroo almost exposed where the dyed one was going. Kenma didn’t talk to him for a couple of days after that because he was spying on him.

Yamaguchi also made friends. Only Tsukishima couldn’t stand these fools, especially from "Nekoma," but for some strange reason, he was spending half his day with them, or they with him, more accurately.

— I’m kinda nervous about today’s game, — Shoyo said, sitting in class, leaning on the back of his chair, lifting his head to the ceiling. His shirt’s collar slightly revealed his bare neck, which made Kenma sitting next to him gulp, staring at the white patch of skin.

Kenma slowly fixed the collar, and Shoyo froze, afraid to move, as his friend's fingers were surprisingly cold... he hadn't noticed that before.

— Hinata, we’ve trained for quite a while, and you and Kageyama often stayed up late, developing everything you could, — Yamaguchi smiled, watching Kenma remove his hand as though nothing had happened.

— If we lose, who cares? It’s the first practice match, — Kei sat the same way he had a week ago, facing them, with Yamaguchi sitting not far from him.

He plugged in one earphone, listening to music and their conversation at the same time.

— Tsuki, believe in the win, not the opposite, — Tsukishima clicked his tongue at Yamaguchi’s words, putting in the other earphone, and turned away from them.

— Alright, I’ll go. Don't want Kuroo to start looking for me, — Shoyo smiled, waved goodbye, and even Kenma couldn’t help but smile at the wonderful guy.

— I still don’t get what Kuroo is… — Shoyo looked at Yamaguchi, who just smiled awkwardly.

— He’s the captain of "Nekoma." He’s... just a bit strange, — Shoyo snorted, realizing that was a mild description.

— Class is starting now. Take your seats.

Tsukishima took off his earphones and went to his seat.

Yamaguchi sighed, stood up, and went back to his desk.

Kageyama, surprisingly, had become quieter after he apologized to the guy, and they became good partners, though calling them friends was a stretch. Even Tsukishima was easier to refer to as a decent acquaintance now.

The others on the team were friendly to the newcomer, but only Suga and Daichi had started to either avoid him or were just overwhelmed with work.

In the beginning, they tried, like Yamaguchi, to befriend him, but now they came up with any excuse to get away from him.

Entering the dorm, Shoyo grabbed his uniform and immediately changed, feeling too embarrassed to change with everyone else, even though he was an omega.

But just as he approached the gym, he saw the others by the door.

— Oh, here’s the mandarin, — as soon as Kageyama said this, everyone else looked at Shoyo.

— Why aren’t you going into the gym? — Shoyo stepped closer and stood next to Yamaguchi.

— We’ll be in "Aobajosai"’s gym. They have more space, — Suga smiled warmly as usual, which lifted Shoyo’s spirits since he was talking to him again like in the early days.

Suga paused and looked silently at Daichi, who shrugged.

— Well, let’s go, Karasuno. The coaches should be there already, — Daichi walked ahead, with the others following. Shoyo was last, unsurprisingly, Yamaguchi came up to him as they walked side by side.

Tsukishima was somewhere ahead, near Kageyama.

— Still scared? — Shoyo looked at his friend, saying, "No," and gave a small smile.

— Did you take the pills I gave you back then? — Yamaguchi suddenly looked very serious, making Shoyo freeze for a moment.

— Yeah, but I don’t understand what kind of pills they are, — Yamaguchi relaxed and smiled.

— They’re just regular pills for your stomach. You often get pain when you’re nervous, — he said this and then walked away from Shoyo, returning to Tsukishima.

Of course, he lied a little. Those pills would help mask the blood scent much better for people like Oikawa, but they were a bit dangerous, which is why he hadn't given them to him earlier.

Shoyo was surprised that Yamaguchi was so concerned. Smiling, he calmed down somewhat, preparing for the game.

The Karasuno team entered "Aobajosai"’s gym slowly, and indeed, their gym was much bigger.

The stands were filled with quite a few people, and it was loud, making it uncomfortable.

At the end of the gym, the opposing team was already warming up. Shoyo, without realizing it, started looking for Oikawa’s gaze, as he hadn’t seen him all week.

But the guy was nowhere to be seen.

After reaching the coaches, they were told to warm up and get ready for the match.

While they prepared, Shoyo kept glancing at the opponents. He hadn’t seen them in the hallways or anywhere else.

Everyone looked serious, which made Shoyo focus even more.

Finally, the teams approached the net and extended their hands for a handshake.

In front of Shoyo stood a guy, probably about 190 cm tall. The first thing that came to his mind was "Bowhead," with dark hair sticking up.

The guy didn’t understand why he was staring at him like that. After shaking hands, everyone took their positions.

At first, surprisingly, the game was going in their favor. Shoyo showed what he could, blocking strong attacks at the net, confusing the blockers, who were a bit shocked but were still deeply involved in his game.

But when Shōyō and Kageyama made their first quick play of the game, they were completely shocked, while the Karasuno team was thrilled.

So, the first set ended in favor of Karasuno, 25-23.

While there was a break and everyone was recovering, someone entered the gym.

— Oikawa, can you play already? — The coach of "Aobajōsai" was glad that the star of the court had returned, but due to his injury, he had been sent to the infirmary.

— Everything's great, — the guy smiled and gave a thumbs-up, signaling that everything was fine.

— Here comes Oikawa-san, — Kageyama appeared next to Shōyō and stared at his former senpai. Oikawa, noticing the intense gaze, turned toward them.

Upon seeing Shōyō, he smirked and waved.

Shōyō himself trembled at this.

Those who saw this tensed up. Suga clenched his fist, there were slim chances that Oikawa knew Shōyō was an omega and a human, but even so, Oikawa was too strange to leave them alone together.

The second set began, just like the first, with Shōyō in defense. The opponents tensed up, eyeing the bait.

Oikawa himself was warming up, trying to avoid another injury, while observing the redhead. For some reason, he became genuinely interested in what kind of guy this was.

Up until the middle of the game, everything was going in their favor. Shōyō even relaxed a little, but not for long.

A player substitution, Oikawa came on and took his position to serve. He smiled, scanning the opponents with a calculating look.

— Well then. We'll take all the remaining points in our favor, — the guy whispered, his gaze stopping on Shōyō, who was standing behind. Tōru smirked, thinking of a clever idea to easily secure some points.

A whistle blew, and the game continued.

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For the first time in a long while, Shoyo’s legs were shaking not because of his damn heat but because of the intense gaze of that guy.

In his thoughts, he understood that it would be tough for them now. Kageyama, standing near the net, was tense. It had been a while since he’d seen such a look in their former senpai’s eyes.

The serve. A point for Aoba Johsai. Shoyo swallowed hard. A few seconds passed; he didn’t even realize what had happened—the ball flew past his feet.

It had been a long time since Oikawa had felt such excitement, watching his opponents unable to recover from just one of his points.

Smirking, he prepared to serve again.

All seven points were taken solely from Oikawa’s serves until Nishinoya finally managed to intercept the ball.

The ball landed closer to Kageyama. Smirking, he saw that the boy was as ready as he could be. Glancing at Oikawa, he set the ball up perfectly for the redhead.

That spark of delight in Tooru’s eyes went unnoticed by most. Or perhaps someone did notice… but the main thing was that Shoyo hit the ball without closing his eyes, staring directly at Oikawa.

The game ended in Karasuno’s favor. Everyone was exhausted—some were happy, others not so much.

— That was great, — Sugawara approached each teammate and handed out water bottles. Everyone simply nodded in response.

— Didn’t think we’d win, — Shoyo was watching the opposing team. They were worn out and sad, though they didn’t show it.

Oikawa seemed to be somewhere else entirely, lost in thought, but a kick from, as Shoyo figured, Iwaizumi Hajime brought him back to reality.

Shoyo stifled a laugh, not understanding why he was even looking in that direction.

— You should be happier, — Tsukishima, surprisingly, said this not in his usual sarcastic tone but more calmly.

Shoyo wanted to reply, but the blond suddenly leaned down toward his neck. Such boldness left Shoyo speechless.

But Kei was already gone before he could say a word.

— What was that about? — Kageyama stood beside Tsukishima, unsure whether to feel shocked or jealous. Jealousy? But what did he have to be jealous of?

— Nothing. It would’ve been disgusting if his scent got even stronger. We don’t need more problems, — Kageyama scoffed, rolling his eyes. He knew there was more to it, but prying answers out of that idiot was impossible.

— Sho-chan~.

Shoyo nearly choked on the water he had finally decided to drink. Oikawa himself approached him, surprisingly calm and cheerful despite just having lost to them.

— Don’t choke like that. I just wanted to say you played great, — Oikawa tilted his head slightly and smiled. Shoyo swallowed hard, not understanding why all this was happening to him.

— Thanks, but you guys played much better, — Shoyo also smiled.

— I hope I’m not interrupting? — Daichi appeared behind Shoyo. He seemed calm at first glance, but the disapproval in his eyes was obvious.

Oikawa narrowed his eyes and smirked mischievously, spreading his arms in a mocking gesture.

— Of course not. I was just having a friendly chat with the red-haired fledgling. I’m not going to harm one of our own, now would I? — Oikawa snorted at his own words, placing his hands on his hips as if to show his displeasure.

Daichi ran a hand down his face, trying to calm himself. A few more wrong words, and things the newcomer shouldn’t hear might come to light.

— We need to get going now. So do you, — Daichi pointed toward Aoba Johsai’s vice-captain, who, as usual, looked grumpy.

— Oh… — was the last thing Oikawa said before he walked over to them.

— Trashkawa, the coach is looking for you, and here you are chatting with the opponents, — the vice-captain sighed, looking at his friend.

Iwaizumi Hajime, third-year at Aoba Johsai. Wing spiker, ace, and vice-captain.

Black spiky hair, dark green eyes.

Height, nearly 180 cm.

Usually stubborn and reserved, but also blunt with Oikawa, though the latter was used to it by now.

— Don’t be so mean, Iwa-chan. I can’t even talk to a new friend? — Oikawa looked hurt.

At his words, Iwaizumi glanced at the so-called “new friend.” Shoyo wondered when they even became friends.

— I feel bad for you, kid. Just being on the same team with this idiot is tough, — Oikawa gasped at Iwaizumi’s words, while Shoyo only smiled, trying not to laugh.

Daichi, standing slightly behind, called out to the newcomer.

— Well, I have to go. Bye, — bidding the two farewell, both teams started heading back to their dorms.

Oikawa managed to get Shoyo’s number at the last moment. Thankfully, Daichi wasn’t around to see it, or Oikawa wouldn’t have succeeded.

Later, Oikawa also shared Iwaizumi’s number, just in case.

Shoyo, upon entering the dormitory, immediately headed to the kitchen. While everyone else went to shower, he made himself tea and quietly sipped it.

Throughout the day, there had been a strange feeling that something bad was going to happen in the coming days. The thought made him shiver.

— Hinata, why aren’t you going to shower? — Noya approached him, already clean and dressed in his casual clothes, drying his hair with a towel.

Shoyo shrugged, saying that tea was more important. Noya smiled as he looked at the boy. The left side of Shoyo’s shoulder was bare, the snow-white skin untouched by anyone. He was sitting with one leg crossed over the other, calmly sipping his tea. Noya found himself staring, so much so that he didn’t even notice when he moved closer and rested his head on Shoyo’s shoulder.

Shoyo flinched slightly, turning his head just a little, the mug still steady in his hands. He was already somewhat used to this. It often happened that someone would come up and rest their head on his shoulder—Kenma, Yamaguchi, Noya, and occasionally Tanaka. It was usually them.

By this time of night, the scent of his blood was more noticeable, carrying with it a faint trace of omega.

Noya sighed, straightened up, said goodbye, and quickly left. He wasn’t about to stay in the kitchen any longer when his sweatpants were becoming uncomfortably tight, making it slightly painful. Another trip to the shower was inevitable.

Shoyo finished his tea and was the last to go to the shower.

As usual, he used the shampoo Yamaguchi had given him. Before bed, he also took his suppressants.

When he returned to his room, he was surprisingly energized, even though it was already half-past eight. Unable to find a better solution, he decided to go outside for a run before sleeping.

Grabbing his headphones and throwing on a windbreaker, he left the academy.

There was a light breeze. Putting on his headphones and starting his music, he jogged leisurely, letting his feet carry him wherever.

After about half an hour, he passed a convenience store. There were plenty of stores near the academy.

He went inside, bought a bottle of water, and came back out.

As he stood there, drinking his water, he heard voices coming from a nearby alley.

Moving closer, he noticed not only voices but also quiet gasps and almost inaudible moans.

Shoyo’s face flushed, his mind racing at the thought of someone deciding to have sex in the street at night near a store.

— Sakusa, you know we’re not supposed to kill them, — a new voice made Shoyo jump.

Taking a few more cautious steps, Shoyo finally caught sight of what was happening.

A girl, probably a little taller than him, was pinned against the wall. He couldn’t see her clearly since her body was obscured by a man standing close to the streetlight. The man’s face was buried in her neck, making it hard to figure out exactly what was going on.

Another man stood nearby, further away, making him difficult to see as well. All Shoyo could discern was that this man was around 180 centimeters tall.

The man near the girl clicked his tongue and pulled away suddenly. The girl winced and clutched her neck.

When she removed her hand, it was covered in blood.

Horrified, Shoyo’s eyes widened as he stared at the scene. The girl grimaced in pain.

— You didn’t have to pull your teeth out so abruptly, — the girl sounded both angry and upset.

— As if, — the man who had clearly been drinking her blood growled at her.

— Well, here’s the agreed amount, — the other man handed her some money. She counted it and looked at the first man.

— A goodbye kiss? — she smiled sweetly, stepping toward him.

She was stopped by the other man’s hand. He could see how angry his brother already was, so this woman needed to leave quickly.

— Disgusting. You should be grateful I drank your blood, mortal, even if it was awful, — the man put on a white mask and turned away from her.

The girl clicked her tongue and yanked her hand free. She had nothing more to say. Even if she did, she couldn’t. His overwhelming aura was too much, and all she wanted was to leave as fast as possible.

— You’re too harsh, brother, — the man next to him sighed, glancing at his so-called brother.

— There’s no other way with these humans. I’ve drunk all kinds of blood, and it’s always disgusting. Every human is disgusting.

While they talked, Shoyo still couldn’t recover from the shock. He felt sick to his stomach. Stepping back, he accidentally crushed a twig underfoot, the loud snap echoing in the silence. The conversation stopped, and both men turned toward the sound.

Not wasting a second, Shoyo took off running, fear gripping him.

— Strange. If it were someone from the academy, they wouldn’t have thought of running.

— Or maybe it’s just another human.

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Shoyo couldn't run far. Shock clouded his vision, and he didn't see someone standing ahead of him. As a result, he collided with the figure and fell to the ground. Though, was this person even human?

— Oh, here he is.
Shoyo looked up and saw one of the two guys from before. He was smiling and leaning down slightly toward him.

Shoyo opened his mouth but couldn’t find any words. A lump in his throat refused to let out a sound.

— If you're from our academy, why run? That was stupid.
Another voice came from behind as the second guy approached, looking angry and tired, unlike the first.

Now Shoyo could see them clearly. Finally.

The guy in front of him seemed... ordinary. Short hair neatly tucked behind his ears, thick but short eyebrows, and dark chestnut-colored hair.

At first glance, he might seem like a cute and simple guy. But as they say, don’t judge a book by its cover.

The guy behind him, though, was striking. Shoyo couldn’t help but stare for a moment.

He was at least ten centimeters taller than the first, with black, wavy hair and dark eyes. Two small moles decorated the right side of his forehead. Even with a mask on, he looked like some kind of Apollo.

Under their intense gazes, Shoyo swallowed hard. He glanced between the two of them. His fingers dug into the dirt beneath him, probably packing some under his nails. The unpleasant sensation made him bite his lip, reminding himself to wash his hands later.

— So, are you going to say something?
The first guy tilted his head thoughtfully, examining Shoyo’s face as if trying to recall whether he’d seen someone like him before.

— Yeah, I’m from the academy. A newbie or something like that.
Shoyo's voice was quiet. His gaze darted everywhere except toward the two in front of him.

— Weird. What club are you in?
The taller guy squinted and offered a hand to Shoyo.

Shoyo hesitated but eventually reached out. He seemed to momentarily forget that this was a vampire.

The other guy, however, looked shocked. His brother, offering a hand to someone without gloves? Might as well prepare for aliens to invade.

— Uh… Karasuno.
Shoyo wasn’t sure what else to say.

— Karasuno? Hah, surprising. It’s been ages since we’ve had new students at the academy.
The first guy chuckled.

The taller one nodded at his brother's words, his eyes still fixed on Shoyo.

— What’s your name?
This guy didn’t seem like one to talk much. Shoyo wasn’t complaining; he’d rather just leave.

— Hinata Shoyo. And you?

— Motoya Komori. And that’s Sakusa Kiyoomi, my cousin.
Komori pointed at his cousin with a small laugh.

— I can introduce myself.
Sakusa stepped closer to Shoyo, who, startled, stepped back. His heel caught on the ground he’d been gripping earlier. A second later, he was falling again.

But Sakusa reacted too fast. He grabbed Shoyo’s hand, his nails accidentally grazing the delicate skin. Blood immediately welled up from the scratch.

Shoyo snatched his hand away, and before anyone could react, he bolted.

Sakusa stared at his hand. Somehow, Shoyo's blood had ended up on it. Without thinking, he licked the few drops.

— Hey, what are you doing?
Komori’s shock was impossible to miss.

Sakusa's pupils dilated as he turned to his cousin.

— He's human.

— What?..

Shoyo ran into the dormitory. Hopefully, everyone was asleep. At least he prayed they were.

He quickly washed the blood from his hand in the dorm kitchen before rushing to his room.

If those two were vampires, then... so were the others. Great. What luck—he was the only human among a bunch of bloodsuckers.

Oh, he found a bandage in his bag.

The scratch was small, but it stung. Vampires must have razor-sharp nails in their arsenal.

After patching himself up, Shoyo collapsed onto the bed, staring out the window.

What should he do? Go to the principal? But what if the principal was also a vampire? He was essentially a lamb locked in a cage with lions.

Clutching his head, he grimaced as his hand throbbed, a painful reminder that this wasn’t a dream. If those two told the others, his life would become a living hell.

For now, there was only one solution: sleep.

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Morning was terrible. Shoyo overslept. His hand burned like fire. He didn’t eat properly—just sipped some tea.

And, to top it off, he bumped into damn-you-to-hell Oikawa. The guy cornered him, demanding answers as to why Shoyo hadn’t replied to his messages.

Shoyo could only lie, claiming he hadn’t seen them. Thankfully, a phone call saved him.

At least class provided some relief.

As usual, he sat in the back. While others took notes, he rested his head on the desk, contemplating his next move.

What else could he do but go to the principal and leave the academy?

The day passed uneventfully, and after the final bell, Shoyo stood with Kenma and Yamaguchi. They chatted about something while Shoyo’s mind wandered.

He was surrounded by vampires. If he made one wrong move, would they kill him? Did they already know he was human? But if they did, why were they being so nice?

— Shoyo, did you hurt your hand?
Kenma's question startled him.

Kenma and Yamaguchi exchanged glances. They’d noticed his odd behavior all day.

— Yeah, I accidentally hurt it outside yesterday.
He smiled awkwardly, hiding his hand behind his back.

— Outside? Did anyone see?

Shoyo hesitated. Before, he wouldn’t have understood why they asked. Now he did—vampires lurked everywhere.

— No, I went straight to the dorm after it happened.

They seemed to believe him. Or maybe not. It was hard to tell.

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After classes, Shoyo steeled his nerves, deciding to tell the principal.

Luckily, no one offered to accompany him. Lately, someone had always been around.

He made his way to the principal’s office. But as he neared the door, he froze.

A few steps away stood Sakusa, looking around as if searching for someone—or something.

Shoyo hesitated at the top of the stairs. But fortune smiled on him; Sakusa walked past in the opposite direction.

Taking the chance, Shoyo bolted for the door, knocking before stepping inside.

The principal, seated at his desk as on the first day, looked up in surprise. Rising from his chair, he walked around the desk.

— Is something wrong? Is someone bullying you?
The principal seemed... concerned? Or maybe it was an act.

Shoyo shook his head, trying to gather his thoughts.

— I want to leave the academy, sir.

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The director pondered, staring at the boy.

— Why the sudden desire to leave? Didn't you want so badly to get into this academy?

Shoyo averted his gaze, agreeing entirely with the director in his heart. He had worked so hard to reach this dream; so much effort and nerves had been spent just to submit the application.

But to be the only human among vampires? What kind of thinking led someone to put him here? How was he even still alive?

Shoving the unnecessary thoughts aside, he firmly decided to leave.

He just needed to come up with an excuse.

— My mother is very ill right now. I need to be closer to her, and the academy is too far from home. Plus, I need to work...

With every new lie, the director's face grew darker, his eyebrows now nearly level with his eyes.

— We can, so to speak, provide financial assistance to her from the academy. That would make things easier for both you and your mother.

Shoyo froze, staring at the "man" before him.

Why would the academy spend money on one student?..

— Is there something else bothering you? — He looked genuinely concerned, but even he emanated danger. What could Shoyo even say now? He no longer felt safe here...

— Well, the people here are rather strange. It's difficult for me to study alongside them. — He couldn't even bring himself to call them "people." The image of Sakusa drinking blood from that girl was still fresh in his mind. Just like back then, he wished it was all a bad dream.

The director tensed, hoping it wasn't what he thought.

— Strange? Well, our guys here are a bit unusual, sure. But I don't think it's anything extreme.

Shoyo bit his lip, remembering yet another detail: everyone in the academy was an alpha!

Both regular and dominant ones. Of course, he was lucky not to feel all those suffocating stares from them.

Did the director know all this?

Though that was a dumb question — why else would they list him as an omega in the paperwork? And test his blood type before everything? Damn, it was all coming together in the worst way possible.

— I just want to leave. — Shoyo swallowed, his throat tight. Standing here was getting harder by the second. Just let him leave without further questions.

— Sorry, kid, but that's impossible.

They stood in silence for a few minutes.

Impossible? Why? What the hell...

— Impossible?

The director nodded and showed him some papers.

At the bottom, a small section read:

"Half a year of study without any withdrawal during this period."

Oh, right, he had read that himself and signed it...

So he'd willingly signed up for a cage with wild animals?

— But I can't stay here. — Unintentionally, Shoyo's tone grew harsher.

— Why not? — For the first time, the director showed that he truly didn't care about the boy. He probably hadn’t cared before either, just hid it better.

— I just... — What was he supposed to say? One wrong word and they'd kill him?

— You found out everyone here is a vampire?

All his words vanished. He didn’t even know how to respond.

— You knew?..

— And not just that. It's not only vampires here, but all alphas. Not a single beta or omega. Except for you.

Shoyo clenched his fists, his throat burning with words he wanted to scream.

— Then why did you let me in? I'm just a human! What the hell is going on? — With each question, Shoyo felt more and more lost in his thoughts. The nausea from it all was overwhelming. Had they tried to hide this? Or was this exactly how it was supposed to go?

— Tsk, there's no point in explaining why. You weren't supposed to find out this early. Now, get back to your team.

— And what happens to me now?

The director paused, staring at Shoyo.

— That depends on you and the others.

Without letting him reply, he simply pushed Shoyo out the door and shut it.

Shoyo swallowed, watching everyone pass by. The realization that they were all vampires hit him so hard, he ran to the restroom.

He dashed into the first stall and immediately threw up. Tears streamed uncontrollably. He just wanted to lock himself in this bathroom and never leave. The most important thing was that none of those vampires walked in.

Damn it, why did he have to suffer like this? Why him?

They didn’t even explain why he was here.

It was already dark when he finally left the restroom, half an hour later.

Descending to his floor, he thought about what to do. If he considered it logically, he still had to go to practice.

There was no other option. He had to go.

After practice, they were all asked to stay. It turned out they had a training match with "Nekoma" in a few days.

For a moment, Shoyo was happy — Kenma played there. But then he remembered they weren’t just humans. Aside from Kenma, he hadn't seen anyone. What if everything got worse after this match?

Every thought like this ate at him from the inside. Not listening to what was being said, he drifted deeper into his own worries.

Sitting on the floor, he pulled his legs closer and hugged them, resting his head on his knees. Everything had happened too fast. He needed time to process it all.

— Shoyo? What's wrong? We can leave now.

Sugawara crouched beside him, as calm and smiling as ever.

Shoyo almost felt that things weren’t as bad as they seemed.

— Sorry, I was just thinking. — Standing up, he bowed in apology and left.

Entering the dormitory, he headed to the kitchen to make tea and calm his nerves.

He desperately wanted to ask them about everything, but his fear was far greater.

Suddenly, the main doors slammed shut so loudly that Shoyo almost dropped his mug.

Daichi approached him, furious, holding some papers in his hand.

— You knew? How long have you known?

Shoyo swallowed and set the mug down on the table, his hands trembling.

— What? About what? — Daichi growled and threw the papers onto the table.

— Don't pretend you don't know. The director just tore me apart, saying we're such failures. — With each word, Shoyo trembled more. — Read it.

It was no surprise that the team gathered around the yelling captain. They seemed to understand what was happening but had no clue what was in those papers.

Pulling the unfortunate documents toward himself, Shoyo began reading.

Most of the text was mundane, but a few lines shocked him to his core.

"Every fifty years, one omega — specifically a human — must be found, confined to the academy for vampires, and not allowed to leave. If the human escapes or departs, the director will be dismissed, and the academy will be shut down. There is a risk the human will inform governments, endangering the lives of vampires."

What kind of nonsense was this? What kind of idiotic rules were these? Why did one human have to suffer, living under the same roof as vampires?

— I didn't know...

— No one cares anymore. You have one choice. Either we kill you, or you stay here, and we protect you.

Sugawara clenched his fist, stepping toward his friend.

— What the hell is this? Kill him? Are you insane?

— Shut up, Sugawara. It's the director's orders.

Sugawara grabbed the documents, quickly skimming through them.

After reading, he hissed and tossed them back onto the table.

— You're just like the director, huh? No brain of your own? And who do you think you're telling to shut up?

In an instant, Daichi was pinned against the wall. Sugawara's claws extended, one hovering near Daichi's artery. His eyes darkened, and his fangs grew.

Who would’ve thought he could do that? He always seemed so kind…

— Defending a human, Suga… interesting. — Daichi smirked as a small trickle of blood ran from his mouth.

— Wait, don’t, — fear enveloped the person’s body, but even so, he reached for the two vampires in the midst of their fight.

Shouyo grabbed Suga’s hand. Suga looked at him and clicked his tongue, sharply releasing the other vampire.

— He’s defending you, and you’re ready to kill him.

Shouyo took a few steps back. Colliding with Yamaguchi, he bounced off like he’d been shocked. Tadashi himself was deeply upset.

If Suga hadn’t listened to the guy and done something to him, Yamaguchi would have attacked him too, even if he was stronger by a head.

— My offer still stands.

Looking at everyone, they were all in shock, not even knowing which was worse — Suga, who almost never got angry, or the whole situation.

The only calm one was Tsukishima. He understood it was just words from Daichi; he couldn’t have killed him.

— And what do you need from me? — Hinata gulped, looking at Daichi. Suga, who was standing nearby, tensed up. He already knew what he would say.

— Blood.

The guy looked blankly at the older one. Though what else had he expected?

— I… think, yes.

It was surprising that he agreed, seeing that from this moment on, he had given them the green light. And if they even tried his blood? It was going to be too hard a life for him.

— Should’ve said that from the start. Now, everyone, disperse.

Shouyo immediately entered the room. He was shaking terribly.

What kind of mess had he signed up for? Maybe it would’ve been easier if they just killed him…

A few minutes later, someone knocked on his door.

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Shoyo jumped on the bed as the knocking stopped, but a soft and calm voice came from behind the door—it was Sugawara.

"Shoyo… can we talk? Please?" Shoyo didn’t know what unsettled him more: Suga’s sudden visit or the fact that he was asking him to open the door.

Not opening the door to a vampire was probably not the best idea. So, getting out of bed, he approached the door.

Suga fell silent behind the door, sensing that the boy was approaching. The last thing he wanted was to scare him further.

It had taken so long for Shoyo to start speaking to him properly again.

The door creaked softly as it opened, revealing a tuft of orange hair, followed by Shoyo's entire face.

Suga smiled faintly. At that moment, this boy reminded him of a small child who had been scared after someone stole their candy.

Dilated pupils, likely from all the stress, a light blush on his cheeks, and an innocent gaze.

"I promise I won’t do anything. I just want to talk," Suga said gently, making sure not to frighten him.

Shoyo didn’t overthink it and let him into the room. Suga sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes meeting Shoyo’s.

"I’m sorry about Daichi and the others. They were just as shocked as you were, and Daichi… he handled it all way too harshly," Suga explained, sitting slightly further away from the human in an attempt to make him feel at ease.

Shoyo turned his gaze to the wall, lost in his thoughts for a few minutes.

He could forgive Daichi, sure, but those words still echoed in his mind—that Daichi might have killed him. How could he trust them after that?

Swallowing hard, Shoyo looked back at Suga.

"I don’t think I can forgive him just yet. I need time," Shoyo muttered, pulling his knees up and hugging them. Suga nodded and smiled.

Shoyo didn’t understand why Suga was smiling.

"Don’t overthink it. I’m just glad you don’t completely hate us despite everything."

Shoyo snorted softly and buried his face in his knees.

"So, everyone in this academy is a vampire and an alpha?"

Suga nodded slowly, and Shoyo pondered again. Of course, he had chosen the most prestigious academy. Great. Amazing.

"And do many people know what I am?"

"I don’t think so. Less than half might suspect something."

Shoyo sighed, realizing things could get even worse.

"You’re still worried about the training with Nekoma, aren’t you?" Suga’s observation startled Shoyo. He didn’t expect Suga to read him so well.

"Yeah. It’s tough playing against a team I’ve barely seen before—apart from Kenma. I don’t even know how they’ll treat me."

Shoyo bit his lip, trying to suppress his anxiety.

Noticing this, Suga gently placed a hand on Shoyo’s head and began to stroke his orange locks.

For some reason, the gesture calmed the boy, and he allowed Suga to go further. Moving closer, Suga carefully pulled Shoyo’s head to his chest and leaned back against the wall, wrapping an arm around his waist.

"Don’t worry. We won’t let them harm you."

Neither of them understood how they ended up falling asleep in the same room, in each other’s arms. The last thing Suga remembered before drifting off was pressing a light kiss to Shoyo’s hair.

It’s strange, isn’t it? Vampires sleeping?

But if you think about it, vampires shouldn’t even exist, right?

They both woke up to the alarm, and Shoyo jumped up, accidentally hitting Suga’s nose.

"Oh no, I’m so sorry!" Shoyo started apologizing profusely, his face reddening. After all, he had fallen asleep in the same bed as Suga—how could he not blush?

Suga chuckled at the boy’s flustered state and assured him it was fine.

Suga was the first to leave the room, unsurprisingly. Quietly, he headed to his own room to get changed. Thankfully, the kitchen was empty at the time.

Taking a shower felt necessary, especially now that he knew the shampoo helped mask the scent of blood.

After cleaning up and having a drink, Suga started preparing for class.

Being in class felt even more nerve-wracking now. The thought of them finding out his secret gnawed at Shoyo.

Then, someone suddenly sat down next to him.

"Hey, Yamaguchi told me everything. I hope you’re not afraid of me too," said Kenma, looking sleepy. He had probably been up all night gaming again.

Shoyo bit his lip. He knew Kenma, and surely, if Kenma weren’t friendly, he’d have done something harmful by now, right?

"Well, if you were a bad vampire, you’d have eaten me already," Shoyo whispered softly, so only Kenma could hear.

Kenma snorted, rolling his eyes.

"Killing someone takes too much effort. Besides, I don’t need to."

"Don’t scare him; he already feels uncomfortable around us," Yamaguchi interjected, sitting on Shoyo’s other side with his usual calm and cheerful demeanor.

Shoyo felt conflicted. He didn’t fully trust them, but he didn’t completely fear them either.

"Alright, we should talk after all the classes. Can you meet us by the store near the academy?"

Shoyo tensed but relaxed slightly upon realizing he wouldn’t be alone.

He agreed, and Kenma left the class, heading to his own.

"How are you feeling?" Yamaguchi asked, causing Shoyo to flinch again. He seemed to be jumpy all the time.

"I’m fine. Just… not used to it all yet."

The rest of the day passed uneventfully. Kenma didn’t drop by again, though Tsukishima and Kageyama occasionally joined them—surprisingly.

When classes ended, Shoyo returned to the dorms to get ready.

The training session was in three hours, and he hoped nothing would go wrong in the meantime.

He was the first to arrive at the store, dressed warmly. He waited for about ten minutes before they showed up.

"Sorry, did you wait long?"

Behind him stood Kenma, Yamaguchi, and, surprisingly, Tsukishima.

"They dragged me here," Tsukishima muttered, turning his head to hide the faint blush on his face. Yamaguchi, of course, understood what Tsukishima was feeling.

"Tomorrow’s the match with Nekoma. We need to prepare Shoyo for the chaos," Yamaguchi said, and Shoyo nodded, realizing how important it was.

"I don’t think it’s going to work," Tsukishima said, leaning against a pole.

"Because of Kuroo?" Yamaguchi asked.

Tsukishima nodded, his gaze shifting to Kenma, who crossed his arms with a sigh.

"There’s a chance—a slim one."

"Kuroo? Who’s that?" Shoyo asked, confused.

"He’s Nekoma’s captain and my childhood friend. A tough case," Kenma replied.

"Could he figure out who I am?"

"Probably not, but if everyone keeps acting suspicious—hovering around you, dropping hints—it’ll only make things worse. He’ll catch on fast."

Shoyo swallowed nervously, staring at his hands. What would happen if Kuroo found out? Would it all be over for him?

"He can’t know you’re human, understand?"

"Yes. But how…"

Before Shoyo could finish, a tall figure with black hair stepped out of the shadows.

"Sorry to interrupt. I just stepped out for cigarettes and overheard some interesting news," the figure said with a smirk.

Kuroo stopped, his gaze flitting from Kenma to the vampires before landing on Shoyo.

He smiled and blew him a kiss.

Shoyo stumbled back, bumping into the pole behind him.

"Kuroo…" Kenma’s voice was calm, yet there was an underlying tension. No one could predict what the "cat" might do next.

"And you were hiding such a surprise from me, Kenma? What a bad friend…" Kuroo teased, his smirk growing as his eyes turned a lighter shade.

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The guys tensed up; this guy was not as simple as he seemed. He was taller than all of them put together, and knowing that he could come up with anything he wanted, it would be very hard for them.

— "So... there really is a human in our academy?" — Kuroo narrowed his eyes, looking at the redhead, who scanned him with a glance and smiled. — "And an omega too. Surprising."

The alphas tensed.

Kenma slightly shielded the smaller guy, hoping things wouldn’t be as bad as they seemed. But hope dies last, right?

— "Kuroo. Didn’t think you smoked."

It was unclear what Kenma meant by that. Was he changing the subject or mocking him? Although, who’s mocking who now?

Kuroo snorted and took a step closer.

Yamaguchi, who stood closer to Shouyou, approached him, as did Tsukki.

The only one who stayed in place was Kenma. He knew his friend well — if he wanted to, he would have taken the guy by now, and they wouldn’t have noticed, so he must have something planned.

— "Whoa, whoa. Calm down, I won’t touch this guy. Well, not for now," — Shouyou gulped and clenched his fist until his knuckles turned white. Why did he get so lucky?

It had probably been half an hour, honestly, Shouyou couldn’t understand why this was taking so long. They’ve been standing here, arguing about nothing. But surprisingly, Kuroo decided to end it.

— "Alright, let’s do this," — everyone fell silent and looked at the cat. He spread his arms and smiled. — "I’ll stay quiet about our dear little guy's 'special feature.' But there’s one condition."

— "Tch. Go ahead, surprise me," — Tsukishima was honestly so tired of standing here that if another idiot showed up, he might just tear Kuroo apart himself.

— "Hinata-chan will give me his blood. Of course, not every day, I’m not that crazy."

— "No! That’s off the table, what else do you want?" — Kenma was the first to object. He didn’t look too friendly now either.

Then Yamaguchi and Tsukishima also refused.

All three of them understood that it was too dangerous. In such a short time, they had developed some kind of affection for him. And besides, this was Kuroo, for God's sake!

Giving Shouyou to him was too dangerous.

— "Fine. I agree," — everyone suddenly turned to look at Hinata, even Kuroo was bewildered.

Though, it seemed Tsukki wasn’t too pleased. He was sent here with them to make sure nothing happened to the redhead… "Sorry, Sugawara, but I failed the promise."

There was no other choice; if they didn’t agree, things would only get worse…

Although, in Hinata’s mind, it was quite clear why.

"Blood?.. Why is my blood so attractive to them? They’ve got people here who can give them blood… But alright, nothing I can do about it. I don’t think the threat to my life from every second person is worse than adding one more bloodsucker to my life. And if I understand correctly, messing with Kuroo is no joke, it’s easier to agree, maybe in the future it’ll work in my favor..."

— "Great. Super. Then, if anything, Hina-chan, don’t be scared of me," — the boy winked and turned to leave.

— "Shit. Now I’ll have to keep an eye on him one on one. If he tells anyone, he’s dead."

Kenma didn’t stick around either, apologizing to everyone as he left.

— "Damn. We just decided to shove you under the radar so no one else would find out, and now another idiot shows up."

Shouyou sighed, agreeing with Tsukishima in his mind, but after everything, he couldn’t say a word.

The guys got back to the dorm quickly. As planned, Tsukishima went to tell Suga everything. Good luck to him.

— "Good night, Shouyou," — Yamaguchi said his goodbye and went to his room.

Once in his room, Shouyou sighed and collapsed face-first onto the bed. He screamed, burying his face in the pillow. He was so damn tired of this.

But what could he do… A year left to sit here, amazing.

After a long time, he decided to change into shorts and a light t-shirt.

Surprisingly, Shouyou didn’t like particularly short shorts; his thighs were too big, looking almost identical to the guys' legs.

Many girls even envied him. So, during practice, his shorts went down to his knees, not too noticeable.

Though maybe it was because he was an omega?

What a mess...

Sitting on the bed, he just scrolled through his phone, reflecting on the day.

The silence and calmness helped the redhead relax. Watching the third cute cat video, he almost forgot about the problem called "Kuroo."

About ten minutes later, someone knocked on the door. At least it was quiet...

For a moment, he thought it was Kuroo, but how would he know which room he was in?

Maybe it was Suga-san coming to check on him.

Finally opening the door, he was surprised, no, shocked.

Standing in the doorway was Kuroo. As usual, looking down on him. The guy gulped and took a step back.

— "Eh… What are you doing here?" — he didn’t think addressing him as a friend was the best idea right now; Kuroo was socially above him, much higher.

— "Oh, come on, don’t be so formal!" — Kuroo smirked, as usual.

— "And as for what I’m doing here: isn’t it obvious?" — the cat asked, indeed, acting more important than any cat could.

Hinata understood what he meant, but still, he decided to make sure.

— "I came for some blood!" — he had such an innocent look on his face, as if he wasn’t the one demanding blood from a human.

The thought of now having to give his blood made Shouyou’s skin crawl.

He nodded and continued:

— "Fine, but try not to drink too much..." — luckily, his voice wasn’t shaking, otherwise, it would have been a knockout for him.

Kuroo whistled, agreeing.

For a moment, Shouyou felt a little more confident due to his own conditions.

The silence made Shouyou feel a little awkward.

— "And... W-what should I do?" — holding a poker face like "I don’t care" was impossible.

But the uninvited guest decided to take the poor guy without answering. He stood there, examining him, so small, with a body better than all the women whose disgusting blood he drank.

— "I think you should sit down first," — the vampire pointed to the bed in the corner of the room.

Shouyou just nodded and sat on the bed. Kuroo immediately sat next to him.

He leaned in closer to make it more comfortable.

Because of the close proximity, a light blush spread across the redhead’s cheeks.

Seeing this, Kuroo smirked once again.

Considering their position, it would be very uncomfortable for him to drink his blood.

So, the best thing he could think of was to take one of Hinata’s legs and throw it over his knee, pulling his body closer. Now his neck was right in front of his face, perfect.

Shouyou lost his voice from the closeness. Even stranger, that hand was still holding him by the thigh, and two fingers crept under his shorts.

How long have they known each other? Actually, they didn’t know each other much at all, maybe less than five hours, and now they were sitting in such a position... Where did his life go wrong?

— "Hina-chan, this won’t be very pleasant and might hurt a little, but it’ll pass."

Shouyou just nodded.

The dark-haired guy leaned toward his neck and started sniffing it. The smell was now perfectly detectable.

He didn’t wait long and began his "tasting."

Revealing his fangs, the brunette bit into the porcelain skin of the guy, accompanied by a growl of pain.

At that very moment, his eyes widened. Damn, what kind of blood is this?!

He had tried all kinds of blood, but he had never tasted anything like this in all his time.

The hand on the guy’s thigh tightened. There would probably be big bruises after this.

But Shouyou didn’t feel any pain at all, his body became limp, and his head began to fog over. The only thing he felt, much to his surprise, was occasional arousal and tingling around the bite.

Was he a masochist? He never thought he’d go this far.

After a minute, the cat pulled back, licking the so-called wound, definitely acting like a real cat.

Lastly, he left a light kiss on the bite.

Finally, he moved away from the redhead.

Taking a pillow, he placed it under the guy’s head and leaned against the wall.

— "So, how are you?"

Wow, the one and only Kuroo Tetsuro, who immediately leaves after drinking someone’s blood, even if the person is lying unconscious on the street — he couldn't care less.

And now he's actually worried about the guy.

Shoye puffed his cheeks and looked out the window.

— "You could've done less. That was pretty unpleasant," — and who is he lying to?

He had just been sitting there, enjoying himself, though it's too risky for him to talk about it.

— "Pfft, minor stuff, don't let it get to you," — Kuroo rolled his eyes, showing that it wasn’t his fault. But his smile made it clear that he wasn’t angry at him. — "Alright. I’m going to my room," — the Cat got up from the bed and was about to leave. — "Good night, Hina-chan. Oh, and by the way, see you tomorrow," — the guy winked at him as he left.

Shoye sat there for a couple more minutes, unable to move. Tomorrow — does he mean at practice, or is he going to show up at his room again?..

As he approached his dorm, a smirk spread across Kuroo’s face. The taste of that person’s blood was still in his mouth, and he didn’t even understand what had gotten to him about him.

But if life gave such a gift, he wouldn’t want to lose someone like that.

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The guy fell asleep quickly, but the morning was anything but pleasant.

His head was a bit foggy after yesterday.

Fear crept closer as he remembered that today there would be a practice match against "Nekoma." And that Kuroo would be there again...

After a quick shower, he went to the kitchen.

He made himself some tea and started thinking about how he could avoid crossing paths with that guy. But when you think about it, it was impossible...

While he was lost in thought, he didn’t notice someone entering the kitchen.

"Mandarin, at least sit on the chair instead of standing in the middle of the kitchen."

Shoyō jumped at the sharp voice, almost dropping his mug, but Tsukishima caught it with one hand.

"As usual," Tsukishima sighed, resting his head on the guy's shoulder and handing him the tea.

For a couple of minutes, they stood in silence. Shoyō finished his miserable tea, and Kei just stood there, slightly hugging the guy, his head buried in his neck. When did they get this close?

They continued talking about the match against "Nekoma." Shoyō complained that he didn’t really want to see Kuroo, and Tsukishima listened and responded to him.

Suddenly, the blond went silent, and the uncomfortable silence made Shoyō feel even more uneasy in his stomach.

"What’s that on your neck?" Shoyō bit his lip, placing his empty mug on the table.

"On my neck? I don’t know, I’ll go check, haha," the guy understood what he had seen, but he didn’t let him move any further.

"I’m not that stupid. That’s a bite mark. Did Kuroo come to you?"

Why was he so afraid to answer? Well, logically, yes, and he knew that this cat would come to him for blood.

But it felt doubtful to answer so now.

"Mm, yeah, he came last night. I don’t know how he found my room…"

Kei snorted, not even understanding himself. Kuroo had warned that he might come to the redhead at any time, but he didn’t expect it to happen so soon.

But why did it feel so empty inside? Maybe he regretted that it wasn’t him who tasted his blood first?

"Tch, that cat as usual," Tsukishima pressed his nose to the bite mark. He did regret that it wasn’t him.

"Do you want to try too?" The question caught Shoyō off guard. Was he asking about blood? Or something else?

"What?"

Shoyō swallowed and moved the edge of his shirt near his neck.

"Do you want to try, like he did?"

Tsukishima moved a bit away from the guy and looked at the other side of his neck, which was clean and free of any bites.

"Are you saying you’re offering me the chance to bite you myself?"

"Well, if you don’t want to, then no…" Shoyō quickly pulled his hand away, but the guy grabbed it and moved it aside, pulling up his shirt.

"It would be stupid to refuse something like this."

The guy suddenly sank his teeth into the area below Shoyō’s neck, near his shoulder.

This time it hurt more than with Kuroo. Shoyō hissed and grabbed the guy’s free hand. Realizing that he was causing too much pain, Kei stopped drinking, giving Shoyō time to get used to the fangs. After a minute, he started drinking again, surprisingly enjoying the blood. It wasn’t sweet, nor salty as usual, it was just perfect.

Finishing after a couple of minutes, he, like Kuroo, began to lick the bite.

"Will I pass out during the training from blood loss?" Shoyō asked.

Kei snorted at the question.

"We don’t drink all the blood, we don’t even drink half of it, calm down, you won’t pass out."

Shoyō nodded his head, feeling strangely embarrassed to look the guy in the eyes.

Kei just said goodbye and left the kitchen first.

Finally breathing out in relief, Shoyō placed his hand on the spot where the blood had just been taken.

Right now, he didn’t really feel the pain, just a little dizziness.

The rest of the day went as usual. Half the day, Shoyō just thought about the practice.

Yamaguchi, as always, was next to Shoyō. Tsukishima seemed to be nearby too, but was constantly disappearing.

"Do you think Kuroo told anyone about my secret?" Yamaguchi looked anxiously at his friend. It was understandable; so much had happened to him, and Yamaguchi would be worried too.

"I don’t think he’d just tell anyone. Especially when he asked for something in exchange for his silence, I don’t think he’d break that," Shoyō even seemed to glow a little.

"But don’t forget, it’s Kuroo. You can expect anything from him," well, Tsukishima came right on time, as usual. Did they see Shoyō’s hope for normal training here? No? It just shattered right now.

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Finally, the classes were over, and everyone began to disperse, as always.

As usual, the players of Karasuno entered the dorm before practice.

Taking his uniform, Shoyo started thinking again about Kuroo. Maybe he wasn't as worried about the match itself as much as about having to see that guy again, and the other unfamiliar opponents. Who knows what they're like?

— "Shoyo, how are you?" — A calm hand rested on the redhead's shoulder. He looked rather anxious.

— "I'm a bit scared of the opponents themselves."

Sugawara just smiled tiredly. It seems Shoyo would never be able to live peacefully again...

While Shoyo was chatting a bit with Sugawara, Daichi stood behind them nearby. He still felt guilty for saying too much to the guy, but he still couldn’t bring himself to apologize.

About ten minutes later, everyone was gathered. As soon as everyone stepped out of the dorm, someone suddenly pulled Shoyo back.

Tsukishima handed him two big band-aids.

— "Your concealer won’t really help right now. Better cover the bites with these."

Without letting Shoyo say anything, Tsukishima started applying them. Shoyo lowered his gaze, realizing that even Tsukishima was concerned about this.

— "Now, let's go."

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— "Kuroo, a word," — Nekoma was already preparing for practice and waiting for Karasuno.

While the others weren’t visible yet, Kenma decided to step aside to talk to his friend.

— "You’ve been to Shoyo already, right?"

Tetsuro hummed, smiling slightly.

— "I don’t get why you’re so worried, Kenma. He agreed, I’m staying silent, and I can visit him whenever I want."

— "If you keep visiting him or hanging around Shoyo all the time, someone from other teams might start suspecting something," — Kenma clicked his tongue, realizing that Kuroo was right.

— "I’ll stay quiet about the truth, but what others think isn't my problem. Besides, you’re defending him too much, Kenma."

They didn’t get to talk for long, as Karasuno finally decided to arrive.

Shoyo was trailing behind the others, and Tsukishima was walking beside him with his usual calm expression.

It wasn’t surprising that Nekoma noticed the newcomer; they were interested in learning something about him.

While everyone was warming up, Shoyo moved a bit further away from the group to stretch in peace.

But, as usual, silence rarely lasts.

— "Never seen you in Karasuno, shorty."

The sudden voice made Shoyo step aside, looking at the bulky guy who was nearly 195 cm tall.

Did he just call him shorty? Though, it wasn’t surprising...

— "I don’t really like hearing insults," — Shoyo snorted, looking at the guy in front of him. The guy flinched and immediately started apologizing.

— "I didn’t mean to offend you, haha," — he scratched his head in embarrassment.

Shoyo just nodded and started examining the new "acquaintance."

— "My name is Haiba Lev."

Big height was already obvious.

Lev had light gray hair, slicked back, and green eyes that resembled cat eyes a bit.

They didn’t talk for long, and Shoyo was somewhat relieved by that.

— "Lev, come here!"

The guy who called Lev wasn’t much taller than Shoyo, with light brown eyes and sandy-colored hair.

— "Oh, coming, Yaku-san!" — Before leaving, he glanced at Shoyo and smiled. — "Good game to us, Shoyo."

Shoyo nodded in return.

The scariest part was meeting Kuroo. He smiled when he saw the redhead.

It was good that Kuroo hadn’t come over to him all this time...

— "Let’s start!"

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The game was going pretty tough, but Karasuno’s strong plays surprised the opponents. They became tense and started thinking even more about how to block that little sunbeam running around the court.

Surprisingly, throughout the entire game, Kenma and Kuroo played very calmly, always keeping a close eye on Shoyo. Some of their glances made him shiver.

When Shoyo was standing by the net, with Kenma in front of him, he smirked, and his eyes brightened a little, which suited him even better now.

— "You play surprisingly well, Shoyo."

Shoyo snorted and looked the other way, hoping Kenma didn’t see his blush.

Kenma probably didn’t notice, but Kuroo, who had also been keeping an eye on him the whole time, tensed up, watching the "flirting" from his friend.

Surprisingly, after that, Kuroo started playing more focused, and the practice ended in their favor.

After the practice, both teams started cleaning the gym.

Everyone was pretty tired, but at least the game was good.

Shoyo needed to take some things to the locker room, so he went there first.

As soon as he entered, someone suddenly followed him in and closed the door, holding it with their hand to prevent it from being opened.

Shoyo jerked and turned around.

Standing by the door, as he realized, was Yaku-san.

He was eyeing Shoyo, his gaze stopping at the boy’s neck, which was covered by band-aids.

Yaku raised his free hand and pointed at his own neck, showing the spot where the band-aid was on Shoyo’s neck.

— "What’s this on your neck?" — Shoyo gulped, his body freezing. What kind of day was this...

— "You mean the band-aid? Yeah, I got hurt recently, needed something to cover the wound."

Yaku hummed, watching Shoyo’s reaction.

— "Why are you so nervous then? You got hurt, okay, but you’re acting strange."

Shoyo laughed nervously, realizing he was in deep trouble.

— "It’s just that the game was tough."

The lock on the door clicked, signaling that it had just been locked.

The guy by the door released the handle and walked towards Shoyo.

— "I think it's not about that."

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The blood froze in his veins, and all the words simply evaporated. It seemed that a few more steps away from him—and he would die…

"Why are you so tense? I just want to check the wound; I know a little about this."

Yeah, sure he does. Even the man himself knew he was good at lying.

He stopped near him but couldn’t do anything because he heard someone approaching the locker room.

Clicking his tongue, he quickly walked to the door and opened it. A few seconds later, some players from both teams entered.

Yaku now acted as if he hadn’t been there at all.

"Shoyo? Why are you frozen like that?"

Yamaguchi approached him. Hinata just shook his head and said he was lost in thought.

Quickly changing clothes, he almost flew out of the locker room and headed toward the dormitory.

And now he had to avoid this guy too?

Damn, Kuroo and Sakusa were enough for him, and now this…

And what if the guys hadn’t come in time—what would’ve happened?..

Driving away all those thoughts, he entered his room.

Locking the door, he fell onto the bed.

Maybe he should tell someone? Or just stay silent? He really didn’t know what to do.

While he lay there, thinking about everything, his phone started ringing. If it had been a couple of times, fine, but on the sixth call, he was genuinely surprised. Who needed him right now?

"Shoyo! What happened with Yaku over there?"

Kenma’s voice came through the line, sounding very concerned… which made sense.

"Well… he started asking about the bandages on my neck since I had to cover up the bites. I guess he didn’t believe it was just a wound. He wanted to check and remove them, but, well, he got interrupted when the guys entered the locker room."

Kenma sighed at Shoyo’s words.

"He came to me, talking about how weird you’ve been acting. He suspects you’re human."

Shoyo swallowed, realizing this definitely wasn’t the end of his weird conflicts with vampires…

"And what do I do now?"

Kenma thought for a couple of minutes. Yaku wasn’t the worst guy—they could probably trust him. Not that there was much choice.

"Come to the Nekoma dorm now. He’s on the floor below yours."

Sighing, Shoyo agreed. Hanging up, he threw on a windbreaker.

It would be great to get out of the dorm without running into anyone.

The kitchen was quiet, not even the lights were on.

Getting out was surprisingly easy.

He made it to the Nekoma dorm quickly.

Kenma was waiting by the doors, playing some game on his phone until he noticed his friend.

"We’ll try to quietly get to my room."

It was Shoyo’s first time in this dorm, which wasn’t surprising.

It was a bit different from theirs.

Kenma’s room was on the second floor, and both boys silently prayed no one would come out.

"This is pretty strange," a quiet voice sounded behind them. Turning around simultaneously, they saw Kuroo, who looked a bit disheveled and… homey? He was holding a mug of tea, probably on his way to his room, which wasn’t far from Kenma’s.

"Kuroo. No time to explain, let’s go," Kenma said, grabbing both boys by the arms and pulling them into his room.

Shoyo leaned against the wall. The room was dark, and Kuroo nearly spilled his tea with the sudden movement.

"What the hell?"

Another voice came from the corner of the room. If Shoyo was correct, it was Yaku.

Kenma turned on the light, and on the bed in the corner was a grumpy Yaku, trying to cover his eyes with one hand while eating chips with the other.

"I told you not to eat on the bed, damn it."

While Kenma and Yaku "fought" over the bag of chips, Kuroo sat on the same bed, placed his mug on the table, and looked at everyone.

"What’s going on here? Why is Shoyo in our dorm, and why is Yaku in your room?"

The boys stopped and looked at him.

Clearing his throat, Kenma also sat on the bed.

"Yaku is starting to figure out who Shoyo really is. So there’s no point in hiding it anymore."

Yaku choked on his chips and stared at Hinata.

"So he really is human?" He looked around, realizing they weren’t joking. "Wow, you gave him up quickly."

"It’s easier this way than having you go around asking others. That would make things worse," Kenma frowned, wondering how many more problems Shoyo would face…

Suddenly, Shoyo flinched and almost fell.

"I can definitely smell human blood," Yaku said, now behind him, nearly at his neck. A second ago, he’d been on the bed.

Losing his balance, Shoyo dropped to his knees, grabbing onto his "new friend’s" leg for support.

Looking up, he saw Yaku smirk and wink.

"Don’t worry, sunshine, I won’t expose you."

Kuroo didn’t let him say anything else. With one hand, he lifted Shoyo and sat him on his knee, staring directly into his teammate’s eyes. The latter just smiled.

"Thanks, Yaku. We really needed that." Shoyo, shocked by everything happening, couldn’t think straight. But he quickly realized that Yaku wasn’t much better than Kuroo.

"I could’ve gotten up myself. I think I should go now—they’re probably looking for me."

No one tried to stop him. Enough had already happened.

"Wow, he ran off. I don’t even know which of you to thank first."

"I’m more curious—are you protecting him because of his blood or for other reasons?"

At Yaku’s question, the boys tensed.

"The only one who’s tasted his blood is Kuroo. I’ve been protecting him for a long time, and not because of his blood."

Yaku whistled.

"Wow, what did he do to earn the right to give his blood to Kuroo?"

"Yaku, you seem to have forgotten who’s in charge here."

Now Kenma watched as two idiots in his room argued about God knows what.

One, as usual, tried to suffocate with his pheromones, while the other just fanned the flames with his words.

"No, not at all. I’d never go against you. I’m just curious. What’s so special about this piece of meat?"

In a second, Kuroo’s hand was on Yaku’s neck. Neither of them stopped smirking.

They’re so weird…

"Get out of my room, both of you. Go play your games in your own rooms."

Kicking them out, Kenma sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

Taking his phone, he started typing a message to Shoyo. He needed to apologize for those two.

Chapter Text

The night was rough.

Shoyo kept tossing and turning, trying to fall asleep, but it was far from easy.

In the morning, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima were already in the kitchen. Both of them were standing and talking about something, but Hinata didn’t really catch the conversation as he headed straight to the shower.

As usual, Tsukishima was holding a book. It was surprising how much he liked reading, but many often saw him with a book in hand and headphones on.

“What are you reading this time?” The redhead approached the guys, still drying his hair after the shower. The atmosphere was calm and quiet—if you ignored the strange vampires.

“How to take over a country. After that, I might read about how to burn down an academy.” Tsukishima closed the book in front of Hinata’s face and tucked it behind his back, clearly deciding it was better if the contents of the book remained a mystery.

Hinata just rolled his eyes and let out a chuckle.

Tsukishima didn’t linger in the kitchen for long, waving a brief goodbye to his friends before heading back to his room.

But Yamaguchi accidentally managed to catch a glimpse of the book's title.

"One Hundred Ways to Get Anyone’s Attention." Reading the title, he smiled. Surprising—one wouldn’t expect him to try to attract anyone.

"...So yeah, Yaku seems to be on our side now," Shoyo concluded with a sigh.

Yamaguchi blinked a couple of times, his face betraying the fact that he hadn’t been listening to half of the conversation.

“You didn’t hear a word I said, did you?” Shoyo gave him a crooked smile.

“Sorry, I got a little distracted. What about Yaku again?”

Hinata started retelling the events of the previous day while changing his clothes. Yamaguchi sat quietly on the bed, listening to him while occasionally glancing at the redhead as he changed.

It was surprising. Even though Shoyo was an omega, he had no qualms about changing in Yamaguchi’s presence. Yamaguchi felt a mix of happiness and confusion.

Did Shoyo trust him that much, or did he not see him as a proper alpha?

Those thoughts made Yamaguchi’s expression shift.

Shoyo stopped talking when he heard Yamaguchi call his name.

The green-haired boy’s face looked different. His usual light and warm expression was replaced by indifference. His eyes seemed darker, causing Shoyo to swallow nervously.

“Why are you so comfortable being in the same room with me?”

Shoyo tilted his head in confusion. What was he talking about?

Realizing that Shoyo probably didn’t understand his frustration, Yamaguchi continued.

“You always keep your distance from others, pushing them away and throwing sharp words at alphas. But with me, you're so relaxed. You even change in front of me. I don’t understand why you trust me so much.”

Yamaguchi stopped in front of Shoyo, placing his hand on the redhead’s arm. His hand was warm, contrasting with his cold body.

The boy in front of him didn’t move his arm or break eye contact.

“Oh, I think I get it now,” Yamaguchi sighed. He was relieved that the situation hadn’t worsened, though he still didn’t know why he felt upset in the first place. Was he unhappy that Shoyo wasn’t afraid of him?

Just as he was about to let go of Shoyo’s arm and step back, the redhead pulled him closer, causing Yamaguchi to bend down slightly in surprise, too shocked to react.

“I haven’t forgotten that you’re an alpha, but I trust you with myself. If you wanted to do something bad, you would’ve done it a long time ago, right?” Yamaguchi braced himself against the wall with one hand while the other rested on Shoyo’s waist.

The redhead, in turn, grabbed the collar of Yamaguchi’s shirt and began whispering in his ear.

“Tadashi.” Hearing his name, Yamaguchi bit his lip. It was rare for anyone to address vampires by their names so casually… but this was Shoyo. He was different. “If I were to choose someone to give my first kiss—or more—it would be you. But classes are about to start. Thanks for listening, Tadashi.”

At the last word, Shoyo brushed his lips lightly against Yamaguchi’s cheek. Escaping from the boy's grasp was surprisingly easy—Yamaguchi was still frozen in place after everything Shoyo had said.

It was only after Shoyo dashed out of the room that Yamaguchi fully registered what had just happened.

“What?”

He touched his cheek, his face immediately turning bright red.

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At that moment, Shoyo ran into the restroom. His face wasn’t much different from Yamaguchi’s.

“What did I just say…?” He stood at the sink, washing his face in an attempt to forget his embarrassing words.

He had basically admitted that he wouldn’t mind sleeping with him…

After about ten minutes, he finally calmed down. Leaving the restroom, he headed to his classroom, trying to focus on the day ahead.

Upon entering, he scanned the room for his “first vampire victim.”

But there was no sign of him anywhere.

That brought some relief.

Still, when Yamaguchi didn’t show up for the third class in a row, Shoyo began to worry.

Maybe he’d been too blunt? Did Yamaguchi hate him now?

But surely, if that were the case, Yamaguchi wouldn’t have let him go so easily… right?

So many questions…

Interestingly enough, all the first-years were present except for Yamaguchi. Even Kageyama was here, which was unusual. He seemed like a model student, though that wasn’t entirely true.

“Where’s Yamaguchi?”

As usual, Kenma joined Shoyo after the third class.

“I don’t know,” Shoyo replied, his mood dropping at Kenma’s question. It was the first time he’d been without Yamaguchi.

“You don’t smell much like blood. What are you using?”

Yaku suddenly appeared behind him, once again sniffing at his neck.

Startled by the abrupt voice, Shoyo jumped and clutched his chest.

“Yaku, I told you to stop sneaking up on me.”

The vampire just huffed but muttered an apology.

The group of boys stayed together, chatting about anything and everything.

For a brief moment, Shoyo managed to forget what had happened in the room earlier.

Classes ended, and Shoyo finally decided to rest at the dorms—and perhaps find Yamaguchi.

“Shoyo, are you free right now?” Hinata stopped and turned to see Kenma.

The boy simply nodded. Spending time with Kenma wasn’t exhausting, so he didn’t mind.

Besides, all the teams had the day off, though no one knew why.

“I need to go upstairs to pick up some documents from a classroom.”

After climbing to the designated room, Kenma told Shoyo to wait outside.

Five minutes passed—or maybe more.

“Yo, isn’t this the new redhead from Karasuno? Hoeyo, right? Hi there!” Two boys stopped near Shoyo.

One of them he’d spoken to before—Tendo, if he remembered correctly. The other, though, was unfamiliar.

“Hello to you too. And it’s Shoyo, haha.” Tendo gasped and apologized.

The boy next to him introduced himself. With his stern expression, Ushijima Wakatoshi looked intimidating, though to Shoyo, he seemed kind of… cute? Strange.

“So, what are you doing here, little bird?”

“I could ask you the same.”

Kenma appeared beside Shoyo, stepping in front of him protectively.

“What are you doing here, cat?” Tendo’s tone suddenly seemed a bit… angry?

Chapter Text

Two guys stood facing each other, an unusual aura radiating from them.

Tendo kept smirking at Kenma, while the latter, as usual, frowned.

But suddenly, Tendo's smirk disappeared, his pupils shrank, and for some reason, it reminded Shoyo of cats.

"Is it you who smells so human, kitty, or is there really a human studying in our academy?" he said, pointing a finger at Hinata.

Ushijima, looking confused at his friend, shifted his gaze to the so-called "human."

Shoyo felt trapped in a cage by these two.

The only thing the redhead didn’t know was what Kenma was thinking right now.

It would be so easy to lie now, right?

Kenma didn’t give him much time to think. He grabbed Shoyo by the wrist and began pulling him away from them.

"It's none of your business," Shoyo yelped as Kenma abruptly yanked him closer.

Tendo smirked as usual and started following them. Unsurprisingly, Ushijima did the same.

"Did you know you’re supposed to answer questions?" Seeing Kenma quicken his pace, the redhead clicked his tongue and nearly ran to catch up.

In a second, Satori grabbed the human's hand, almost causing him to lose his balance.

"Stop pulling me by the hands! I’m not elastic, you idiots," Shoyo raised his voice without realizing it, glaring at all of them. They backed off a little in shock. "What, do my hands have honey on them? Don't you have anything better to do?"

Shoyo rubbed his sore hand, still grumbling, but now almost in a whisper.

But only now did he realize he’d yelled at vampires and called them idiots... Were they going to eat him now?

He immediately started apologizing, almost bowing to their feet.

While the guys tried to calm the nervous redhead, a sharp smell of sour mandarin hit the air.

In Tendo’s mind, a trigger flipped—every thought screamed that the one in front of him was an omega!

"An omega’s right in front of you, dumbass, and you’re just standing there."

The only one who tensed up was Kenma. He knew Shoyo had taken his suppressants today—Kenma had even shoved him into the bathroom and made him take them because he kept forgetting. Usually, Shoyo’s pheromones were faint, only noticeable if someone stood very close to him after he’d taken the pills. But for the scent to become this strong—something was off.

And Kenma wasn’t the only one who smelled it.

Just as Kenma was about to grab Shoyo's hand and run, Tendo beat him to it, pulling Shoyo toward himself.

Tendo gently took his hand, pulling him closer and burying his face in Shoyo's neck, inhaling the sweet, intoxicating mandarin scent.

Kenma and Ushijima stood there, completely stunned. Meanwhile, Shoyo, half-alive, just wanted to disappear into the ground...

"What a pleasant smell…"

In the blink of an eye, Ushijima pulled Tendo away from the human.

"Forgive him. He can be a bit too forward sometimes."

Tendo didn’t stay quiet. He began arguing with Wakatoshi, claiming he was never like that.

"Don’t mess with a human omega."

While Tendo and Ushijima argued, Hinata stared at the floor.

"Hey, Kenma," Shoyo whispered, catching his friend’s attention immediately. "My scent… is it the same as usual?" A crooked smile appeared on the redhead's face.

Kenma tensed. Something was definitely wrong.

"No. Your scent has sour mandarin notes... Shoyo?"

The two guys who had been arguing fell silent when the faint bitterness of mandarin filled the air.

When they turned to look at the boys, Hinata was nowhere to be found.

Shoyo had bolted, ignoring Kenma’s shouts.

"For an omega, it’s normal—pheromones and all," Tendo muttered, not fully understanding. Maybe he’d just pressured him too much?

"That’s not it. His pheromones almost never stand out like that. Even if he skips his pills, his scent is faint. And it never changes—not when he’s angry, sad, or anything else. It doesn’t fluctuate like this," Kenma explained, wondering why he was even sharing this.

"Is he... some kind of 'defective omega'?" Tendo made air quotes as he spoke.

Both boys looked at him, not understanding.

"You don’t know about that either?"

Tendo sighed, thinking about how to explain it.

"Let’s go to our dorms, my room specifically. If someone overhears, it won’t end well."

The boys nodded in agreement.

Kenma thought about how quickly the Shiratorizawa duo accepted the fact that Shoyo was both an omega and human.

On one hand, it was good there wouldn’t be any trouble, but it still felt strange.

They quickly reached the dorm, meeting no one from the team along the way. That worked in their favor—no unnecessary questions about why Nekoma’s setter was there.

"So. Everything Kenma said earlier—those are signs of a defective omega," Tendo said, sitting on a chair and continuing. "For such omegas, heats are almost like regular days. Maybe their pheromones increase slightly, but they don’t feel the need to seek an alpha, build a nest, or lose themselves to desire, like regular omegas do."

Kenma listened, deep in thought. Why had things changed so drastically now?

"Such omegas also hardly feel alpha pheromones. Even if a high-class alpha is nearby, it won’t affect them. It’s like waking their inner omega is impossible."

"So something woke Shoyo’s ‘inner omega’ then?" Kenma asked, to which Tendo hummed thoughtfully.

"Maybe. From what I’ve read, the defect can disappear if the omega physically interacts with an alpha. But not just holding hands or hugging."

"Are you saying... that kid slept with someone?" Tendo fell silent, glancing at his captain. Kenma also paused, wondering when Shoyo even had the chance.

"No, Ushi-chan, it doesn’t have to be that extreme. It could be a kiss or, for example, if an alpha bit him."

Seeing Kenma flinch at the last part, Tendo smirked. So he guessed right.

"Kenma-chan, someone bit Hinata, right?" The setter frowned but nodded.

"Besides, this place is full of vampires. If many knew who he really was, wouldn’t it be odd if no one bit him even once?"

The boys silently agreed.

So was that what caused his "inner omega" to awaken? Interesting.

"Does that mean his personality might change too?"

"And not just that," Tendo said with a grin, thinking of the right way to explain. "His play style, body, and thoughts might also shift drastically. The worst part is that he might not even realize it himself, making it hard for him to adapt until his, let’s say, first new heat."

Kenma sighed. So much had already happened to Shoyo, and now this. Maybe he should call and talk to him properly.

"How do you even know all this?"

Tendo snapped out of his thoughts, in which he imagined Shoyo coming to him, asking for his clothes for a nest, and picturing how the omega might change both physically and emotionally. But it was too early for that.

"He’s been reading about this since he was young. I’ve been to his house, and those books were scattered everywhere on the floor."

Kenma tried to stifle a growing laugh at the image.

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Author's Note:

Pheromones of Emotions in FF:

When a person is happy or nothing unusual happens — a regular pheromone.

When angry, shocked, or scared — a bitter scent.

When feeling guilty or crying — a sour scent.

When aroused — a sweet scent.

Scents (pheromones) of Alphas:

Tsukishima — vanilla.

Yamaguchi — mint.

Sugawara — condensed milk.

Sawamura — dark chocolate.

Kenma — chocolate pudding.

Kuroo — cinnamon.

Yaku — cheese.

Haiba — blackberry.

Oikawa — cocoa.

Iwaizumi — grapefruit.

Wakatoshi — toffee.

Tendou — cherry.

Atsumu — strawberry juice.

Osamu — strawberry juice (the brothers have similar scents).

Kita — mango.

Suna — rose.

Bokuto — coffee.

Akaashi — green tea.

Sakusa — tapioca.

Chapter Text

Kenma didn’t stay with them for long.

After saying goodbye and exchanging numbers, he left their dormitory, but still couldn’t understand why they wanted his number or how they managed to get it, although it was easier to say that it was Tendo who made him do it, while Ushiwaka just nodded from the side.

As he approached his dormitory, he stopped and thought for a moment.

He should visit Shoyo tomorrow and talk about all of this.

In the dorm, he ran into Kuroo and Yaku, who were talking about something. When they noticed Kenma, they stopped talking and approached him. Kuroo looked a bit tired and paler than usual.

Kenma even wondered if it was because of Shoyo’s blood?

“Have you seen Shoyo?” Kuroo asked, and Kenma shrugged.

“I went to his dorm about twenty minutes ago, but he wasn’t in his room.”

Yaku looked like he always did, but it was clear that he was also worried about Shoyo.

At that moment, Kenma realized that Shoyo should have been in his room at least half an hour ago. Strange.

“I’ll search the floors now,” Kenma said, already ready to head out and look for him.

“Then I’ll come with you!” Kuroo said, and since it was impossible to stop him, Kenma sighed and reluctantly agreed to go together.

Yaku just wished them good luck and asked them to text him when they find him.

He could have gone with them, but he thought the two of them would be enough.

They first went to the floor with Karasuno’s dormitory.

Entering each bathroom and going into their dorm, they ran into Yamaguchi and Tsukishima in the kitchen.

“Sorry for the late hour. Do you know where your orange-haired guy is?”

The guys looked at Kuroo in confusion. What surprised them more: that they were looking for Shoyo so late or where else Hinata could be except for his room.

“Isn’t he in his room?” Yamaguchi asked.

Kenma just walked up to his friend's room and opened the door. It was strange that it wasn’t locked, knowing that Shoyo always locks it.

Yamaguchi frowned, not understanding where else the orange-haired guy could be, especially since he hadn’t had a proper conversation with him in the morning.

“We’ll search, you can head back,” Tsukishima said as he placed the coffee on the table and started heading for the door of the dorm, but Kenma stood in front of the door, signaling that he wasn’t leaving.

“I need to find Shoyo urgently. And give him some very important words. The fact that you’re going alone— I don’t need that.”

Key’s expression changed, and there was a bitter smell of vanilla near him.

Yamaguchi, who was standing behind his friend, gulped, realizing that things were bad.

The bitter smell of chocolate pudding began to appear near Kenma as well, and soon they might start throwing themselves at each other.

"Well, well. Don't ruin the room with your pheromones. I promise, Tsuki, I'll bring Shouyou back today."

Kuroo pulled his friend away from Tsukishima, waving goodbye to the guy as he closed the door.

"Idiots," Kei clicked his tongue after them and returned to the table. Yamaguchi exhaled, relieved that nothing had happened.

"Why are you like this? They'll bring him back."

Kei frowned, sipping his coffee while looking up.

"I'm sure something's wrong. Besides, why the hell did he leave so late?"

Yamaguchi just shrugged. He was curious himself.

*******************

After leaving the Karasuno dorm, the guys decided to go to the next floor.

"Why are you even looking for Shouyou?" Kuroo looked thoughtful. He was wondering where Hinata might be.

Tsukishima clicked his tongue at Kuroo's question.

"And why are you looking for him?"

Smiling, Kuroo stopped, causing Kenma to stop as well.

"Why do you answer a question with a question? I just wanted to see him bleed, that's all, but now I'm genuinely curious where he is."

Kenma frowned, clenching his fists.

Trying to calm down, he looked back at Kuroo.

"I need to tell him something important," seeing Kuroo's interested expression, he sighed and continued, "Do you know about defective omegas?"

Kuroo paused for a couple of seconds.

"Yeah, a little. I remember they told me something about it when I was a kid."

"Shouyou is one of them. But since he interacts so often with alphas now, and some of them have even bitten him..." He glanced at Kuroo. "His inner omega has awakened, and his defect is fading."

"So, does that mean it's my fault? And anyway, isn't that great? He's a normal omega now!"

Kenma sighed heavily, covering his eyes with his hand.

"No, idiot. He was a normal omega before too. And second, it's going to be very painful for him during his first heat after this. He'll change."

Kuroo hummed thoughtfully before smiling and looking Kenma in the eyes.

"What if an alpha helps him during his heat?"

Kenma's eyes widened in shock, and he grabbed his head.

"I don't like that question coming from you. Don't even think about it. Forget that idea completely."

Kenma began walking away, trying to suppress his anger.

"Well, hey, I’d help him. We're good friends with Shou-chan."

Kenma stopped and turned to the guy.

"You and Shouyou? Friends? No way."

Kuroo was about to say something else when the sound of doors opening made them both go quiet.

Shouyou stepped out of the director's office, looking happy. But as soon as he saw the guys, his expression changed and he looked up at them.

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Let’s rewind about three hours.

After Shouyou ran away from Kenma and the guys from Shiratorizawa, he quickly ran back to the dorm. Luckily, he didn't meet anyone on the way.

He rushed into his room, closed the door, and, breathing heavily, opened the cupboard where the blockers were. He hardly ever took them, since his pheromones were barely detectable. But today, damn it, he’d taken two pills!

It couldn’t be that someone from afar could smell his scent. And on top of that, he started noticing the pheromones of alphas, like Kenma’s... it seemed like chocolate pudding... and even Tendou and Ushiwaka’s... too...

Sitting on the bed, he closed his eyes with his hands. His mind was spinning, and he didn't understand why all of this was happening... Maybe he should call his mom to ask? Though, no, she'd just worry.

Maybe he had caught some weird illness, and his pheromones were going out of control. That must be it, right?

After thinking for another ten minutes, he came up with a genius plan.

Since he couldn't leave for a year, they should give him a place to go during his heat, away from the alphas.

After carefully thinking it through, he headed to the director's office.

He had even forgotten to lock the room.

On the way to the office, he met Oikawa. Maybe it would have been better if he hadn't.

"Shou-chan! What a coincidence!" Oikawa spoke from behind him, and Shouyou froze, turning to face him.

"Good evening to you too..." Oikawa approached closer, smiling as usual.

"What are you doing here so late?"

Just as Shouyou was about to answer, a scent of cocoa hit his nose—so this was the pheromone of this guy.

Biting his lip, he was even more confused, wondering why he could smell scents so clearly because of some stupid illness.

"I just need to see the director... Sorry, I have to go quickly," bowing once, he almost ran off. Only when he was far enough away could he breathe easily.

Oikawa stood still, initially thinking he smelled a pleasant tangerine scent, but as he got closer to Shouyou, he realized it was him who smelled so good. His throat even dried up, and he didn’t say anything as he left.

Could this kid be an omega? He didn’t seem like a vampire.

Seeing the guy leave, Oikawa frowned, as if he had missed a catch.

"We'll meet again, Shou-chan," licking his lips, he smirked, speaking into the empty space.

And Shouyou made it to the office calmly. After catching his breath, he knocked on the door.

Turns out, the director was still there.

"Come in."

Entering the office, the director was surprised but didn’t say anything.

"I want to make a couple of my own rules, considering I’ve been locked up with vampire alphas for almost a year."

The director raised an eyebrow in surprise. This kid was actually dictating his own rules? And so abruptly?

But... for some reason, only now did he start feeling the real pheromones coming from him.

According to the documents, the kid was a defective omega, he shouldn't be emitting so many pheromones... which meant his defect was fading.

"Depends on the rules. Surprise me, kid."

Shouyou clenched his fists, exhaled, and started explaining.

"Give me a separate place where I can spend my heat for seven days a month. It’s impossible in the dorms, I’ll make things worse for both myself and the alphas. Besides, I’m sick now, and my pheromones are out of control... so please give me a separate place!"

The director hummed and stood up from his chair, walking to the window, opening it. The kid was so nervous, his pheromones were suffocating him, but he couldn’t act on it, especially since he had a wife and kids.

"So, you’re sick... Fine, I can give you such a place. We have a mini dorm on the top floor at the end, but there’s only one big room with a double bed, a small kitchen, and a bathroom. It's not being used right now. You can live there during your heats. Is that okay?"

So the kid didn’t realize his defect was fading. He could have told him himself, but his head was already hurting.

Shouyou was surprised to learn there was such a cool room, and it was strange that it even existed.

"Why is there even a dorm like that here? But I agree."

The director sighed and took the keys out of the cabinet.

"I lived there a couple of years ago before I started living separately with my wife. You could say I’m passing it on to you, kid," he thought for a moment, then added, "This room will be useful for more than just you..."

Luckily, Shouyou didn’t hear the last part.

Taking the keys, Shouyou bowed and thanked him.

"Thank you for the place, sir."

"I'll warn your teachers and coaches, but you have to tell your team yourself."

Hinata just nodded.

Smiling, the person left the office with a sigh of relief.

The principal smirked, realizing that the boy wasn't so bad after all.

And just when he left and was about to go to Karasuno to warn them, he smelled a bitter scent of cinnamon mixed with chocolate pudding.

It hit him like a shock, trying to breathe lightly, he raised his head, seeing Kuroo and Kenma. A bombshell pair of pheromones, and he's about to fall in front of them...

"Hi… what are you two doing here?" He tried to speak calmly, but fear was clearly audible in his voice.

"We've been looking for you, Shouyou-kun. You disappeared, weren't even in the dorm, and now you're here."

Kuroo looked a bit hurt, but when Shouyou approached him closer, he was surprised.

"Shouyou, I need to tell you a lot right now, especially about yourself," Kenma looked nervous, understanding that Shouyou wasn’t getting it yet.

"No. Kenma, I think I’ve caught something. My pheromones aren't responding to me, and they've started leaking out too much. And now I can feel the pheromones of alphas… and yours... they’re too overwhelming."

Realizing that his legs couldn’t hold him, Shouyou grabbed Kenma’s sleeve, trying to breathe, but this only made him inhale more of the guys’ pheromones.

Kenma clicked his tongue, understanding it was too late to explain anything.

"No, Shouyou, it’s worse than an illness."

Kuroo frowned and looked at his friend.

"What? Why worse, if he...?"

"Shut up, idiot!"

Kenma almost shouted this in his friend's face but held back when Shouyou, with trembling hands, handed him some keys.

"There's a locked dorm on the top floor. Please take me there, I can barely stand..."

Without asking any questions about where the keys came from or anything else, Kenma picked him up, holding his legs.

Shouyou buried his face in his neck, making the sweet smell of chocolate pudding envelop him even more.

Kenma could feel how Shouyou’s pants were getting wet from his own lubrication. Taking in a deep breath, he turned his head toward Kuroo. Kuroo was already somewhere lost in his thoughts, covering his nose with his hand.

"It’s too late now. We need to take him there."

Feeling something soft on his neck, he realized Shouyou was kissing him there. He blushed immediately, nearly breaking into a run.

"What about me? At least don't leave me here."

Kuroo, as always, was dissatisfied.

Standing in front of the door, Kenma handed Kuroo the keys. He quickly opened it and turned on the light.

In the hallway, they placed him on the couch.

"Shouyou, can you hear me?"

He sat with his legs folded, lubrication still dripping down, making him blush even more. Even though his heat had already started, he'd never felt like this before.

"I can hear perfectly."

He rested his head on his folded arms on his legs.

Kuroo sat on the floor, trying to breathe less of the mandarin-scented room.

Kenma, surprisingly, seemed to hold himself together better than anyone else.

"This isn’t an illness. Because you've constantly been physically involved with alphas, your omega defect has started to go away."

Hinata raised his head, not believing the words.

"What? But I haven’t interacted with them like that..."

"Kuroo bit you. That counts too," Kenma pointed at Kuroo, who was sitting on the floor.

"Fuck off," Kuroo grumbled, but both understood him.

"And Tsukishima too... Does this mean I’ll suffer until the defect is gone? And then will I feel like this every heat?"

The guys looked at Hinata, who was nearly crying, pulling his legs even tighter.

Seeing the tears in his eyes, Kuroo blushed even more, hiding his face in his knees again.

"Kill me..." He never thought he’d be turned on by tears.

"Tsukishima? Fine, we’ll talk about that later. No, in theory, you might not suffer, but... we have to completely remove the defect."

Kenma sighed heavily, trying to calm him down.

A couple of minutes later, he saw Shouyou tense up and sit up, looking at him.

" Take out by physically interacting, right? "
Kuroo lifted his head and finally sat up normally, Kenma tensed, something telling him, this is about to get fucked up.

"Like. Kissing and biting, like something else, but it's not that important... like," he began to list, his tongue starting to get tangled. The sweet smell of tangerine began to gather even more in the air. Kuroo sighed heavily, trying to keep his cool.

Shoyo stood up from the couch and pulled Kenma towards him, a second later their lips touched and Shoyo closed his eyes, pulling him down onto the couch, Kenma couldn't do anything to keep from falling because of the shock, he rested his hands on the upholstery of the couch but didn't break the kiss.

Pulling away with a smack, Shoyo looked at both guys, Kuroo on the floor there was already speechless, not to mention Kenma.

"Help me please, I don't want to suffer so much and for so long."

The guys tensed up, was it because that one was in heat?

"And me?" Kenma looked at his friend who was too fucked up, though who else was fucked up.

Shoyo smiled and quickly moved to Kuroo's lap, he said it as a joke so he was fucked up.

Kenma didn't even notice Shoyo moving over to him so quickly.

Shoyo started kissing him with even more force, kissing his lip with his teeth, Kuroo didn't hesitate to return the kiss, lifting him up with one hand, holding him by the waist, and placing him on the couch, breaking the kiss.

"Shoyou-kun, your lips are too sweet."

That one was only breathing heavily, tears started to appear in the corners of his eyes again due to his great excitement. Kuroo pressed his lip together, looking at such a face.

Kenma stepped away to lock the door and quickly returned. The first thing he did was push Kuroo away by the scruff of his neck like a kitten and picked Shouyo up in his arms and sat him on his lap. Kuroo frowned, but remained silent.

"We won't go too far, okay, Shoyo? "
Kenma asked softly.

Shoyo shifted his feet, his face reddening. He nodded silently.

Kuroo smirked, noticing the omega's embarrassment, and wondered what he could do to help.

While Kenma carefully removed Shoyo's shirt, Kuroo knelt down next to him, gently spreading the boy's legs. Hinata ahhed and flashed a hand to cover his cock, which had long since given away his arousal.

"Kuroo-san..." he muttered, but his voice was shaking.

Kuroo gently removed his hand, taking it in his own and kissing his wrist.

" It's okay, Shoyo-kun. Just trust us," he spoke soothingly.

Kenma frowned as he watched, but soon removed his shirt and rested it on the edge of the couch. His fingers gently slid down Shoyo's chest, occasionally lingering near his nipples but not touching them directly. This touch made the omega moan softly, covering his face with his hand.

Meanwhile, Kuroo began to pull down his jeans and then his boxers. When he saw a small, erect cock, he couldn't help but smile. Everything about Shoyo seemed to be begging for care and affection. Kuroo gently put his hand around his cock and began to slowly stroke it, watching the omega's reaction carefully.

Shoyo could hardly tell whether it was Kenma's caressing fingers playing with his nipples and kisses on his neck or Kuroo's hand sliding confidently over his cock that was causing his body to react more strongly. Everything mixed together in a whirlwind of sensations, but when Kuroo leaned over and took him into his mouth, Hinata lost the remnants of his composure, nearly shrieking.

" 'Shoyo, don't get distracted just by Kuroo,"
Kenma suddenly spoke up, biting his shoulder at the same time. His fangs lightly pierced the skin, releasing only a drop of blood to keep the omega from passing out.

Hinata aghast, grabbing Kuroo's head automatically, his body trembling with overwhelming emotion.

Kuroo, noticing the subtle jealousy in Kenma's eyes, smirked slyly, running his tongue over the sensitive head of his cock. His arousal was building at the sight of Shoyo trembling beneath him.

Kenma, as if wanting to regain the boy's attention, gently turned his face to his and drew him into a deep kiss, occasionally biting his lips.

After a couple minutes, Shoyo cummed with a loud groan, his body collapsing.

"Shoyo, you're fast,"
Kuroo hummed, swallowing what he could. Glancing at the omega, he added, "Oh, Kenma, he fell asleep.

Kenma leaned his head back on the back of the couch tiredly, sighing heavily.

"Kuroo... we're in big trouble..." he muttered, looking at the sleeping Shouyo.

Chapter Text

Shoyo woke up because of a phone call. Still half asleep, he fumbled around on the floor to find the phone and answered it with a long groan, not even checking who was calling.

He seemed to have somehow made his way to the dorm yesterday and fell asleep here, right? While lying with his eyes closed, trying to recall everything, he heard the worried voice of Yamaguchi asking where he was.

"Mm... Yamaguchi? Hi," the guy almost purred the words, smiling slightly.

There was silence on the other end of the line, and then Yamaguchi cleared his throat.

"Shoyo, where are you? I can't hear or see you anywhere..." Yamaguchi's voice clearly showed that he was worried.

Hinata was about to tell him that he was in another dorm and would explain everything, when suddenly he felt something touch his body.

He quickly opened his eyes and sat up, feeling stars appear in his vision. Only now did he realize that he had been sleeping in a double bed, and next to him was either Kenma sleeping or... Kenma! And next to Kenma was Kuroo, who had his back turned to the wall.

Kenma’s hand was resting on Shoyo's waist.

Hinata immediately jumped out of bed, almost falling to the floor, but trying not to wake them, he quietly slipped out into the bathroom.

"Shoyo? Why did you go silent?... Is everything okay?"

Bringing the phone back to his ear, he steadied his breath and tried to recall what happened yesterday, in the most colorful way possible. Pressing his head against the wall, he groaned heavily.

"Yeah, listen, I'll tell you everything now. Come to the very top floor of the dorm, the one that's not being used."

Yamaguchi said he was coming right away and ended the call.

Shoyo, turning off his phone, tiptoed back to the room, looking at the peacefully sleeping guys. He understood that this, damn it, wasn’t a dream. It was 5:30 AM. Of course, Shoyo would be here for an entire week until the heat passed, but these two needed to be woken up in half an hour.

Finding a shirt and pants on the floor in the living room, he quickly put them on, realizing that he had been sleeping in just boxers near them. Although, what hadn’t they already seen...

Pushing those thoughts away, he washed his face and fixed his hair.

He opened the door and began waiting for Yamaguchi, thinking about how to explain everything.

He was still sniffing his shirt and hands, and now he could smell his own pheromones... and others’ as well.

Seeing that Yamaguchi was already up, he waved at him.

“Alright, what are you doing here?” Yamagucci pointed at the door of the "abandoned dormitory."

Shouyou glanced around and started explaining everything. About his omega defect, how it had been declining lately, and that now, when his heat would start, he would be staying in the dormitory for a whole week, not playing or studying during that time.

Yamagucci thought about it for a moment as he listened, then simply nodded while watching his friend.

“Yeah... your pheromone is really like a regular omega's now. And it smells nice,” he added, blushing slightly from his own words, and fell silent.

“Ahem. Yeah, now there's that problem too. Oh, right, I’ll go to my room and grab some clothes. Have many of our people woken up?”

Shouyou didn’t want him to meet anyone, especially after yesterday, as Kenma and Kuroo had somewhat dulled his hunger, if that’s even the right way to put it.

But with the pheromones, the heat could start right now. And he definitely didn’t need that...

A shiver ran down his spine just thinking about it, imagining his head spinning from the scent again.

“No, just me. The others are still asleep, I think. You have about twenty minutes before they wake up.”

Shouyou nodded and started walking, with Yamagucci following him after a slight gasp.

They reached the dormitory quickly, and luckily, he didn’t run into anyone. He grabbed a bag and started packing clothes, a toothbrush, toothpaste, blockers, and everything else needed to stay there for a week without leaving...

“I’m curious, your pheromone barely comes out now, it seems to have dulled or something,” Yamagucci stood in the room and pondered his own words.

Hinata bit his lip, trying not to blush. He really didn’t want to explain exactly why his pheromone was like this or who was responsible.

“Well, it’s because the defect hasn’t completely gone away, that’s why it’s dulled,” he lied a bit, but not much. His body hadn’t fully changed yet, and he didn’t even know how much it would change. It made him even more scared.

Yamagucci tensed, noticing that the guy was lying a little, but said nothing. Maybe it wasn’t the right time, and he was scared.

“Well, I’m all packed. Are you going to tell the others about all this? I can’t meet anyone else right now,” Shouyou blushed slightly and covered half of his face with his hand. “The pheromones might affect me badly.”

Understanding what he meant, Tadashi blushed and looked away.

“Okay, no problem. By the way, what are you going to eat?”

Shouyou stopped by the door, shrugged, and turned to the guy.

“I don’t know, I’ll think of something,” just as he was about to open the door, Yamagucci grabbed his hand, stopping him.

“About the fact that I didn’t go to classes all day, it’s not because of you, and I wasn’t mad then. I had to go home that day,” he said, letting go of Shouyou’s hand and opening the door.

Shouyou smiled and hugged the guy abruptly.

“I’m glad you weren’t mad,” he whispered in his ear, then pulled back and waved goodbye.

Tadashi hummed and waved back, only then realizing that he could still smell Kuroo’s and Kenma’s pheromones on Shouyou. Plus, they had said they would bring him back as soon as they found him, but had no idea where they were.

After leaving the dormitory, Hinata exhaled. Hugging the guy had been a bit of a challenge, especially with his heat not going away.

Some students were already walking near the classrooms. He needed to get to his new room quickly and lock himself in there, feeling how more and more pheromones were filling the hallway. He almost ran to the top floor.

Opening the door and locking it behind him, he entered the new dormitory and slid down the door, inhaling deeply. The smell of Kuroo and Kenma was still there, and only then did he remember them.

Quietly, he reached the room where he had woken up, but there was no one on the bed. Shouyou sighed in relief at first but then started wondering if they had left because they found it repulsive and wouldn’t talk to him anymore.

Trying to shake off the bad thoughts, he sat on the bed and, with trembling hands, grabbed his phone, turning it on. His panic vanished immediately when he saw messages from Kenma and Kuroo.

Smiling slightly, he opened the chat with Kozume.

Kenma @kozuken: “Shouyou, we left because Yaku called us. Something’s going on again...” ○ 6:13

Kenma @kozuken: “Let us know when you’re in your room, sorry if we did something wrong.” ○ 6:45

Kenma @kozuken: “Don’t pay attention to Kuroo’s messages.” ○ 7:12

Hinata @shooyo: “I went to grab my clothes, sorry for not waking you up. Everything’s fine, I’m not upset about yesterday. I haven’t even looked at Kuroo’s messages yet, though there are a lot of them.” ○ 7:46

Shouyou left the chat with Kenma and opened the one with Kuroo. There were over thirty messages. After reading half of them, he tried not to laugh. Kuroo apologized for no reason and then complained about Lev, the reason they had to leave.

Kuroo @tetsuu: “I think Kenma is trying to kill me with his stare…” ○ 7:38

Kuroo @tetsuu: “Though I didn’t do anything :(“ Hinata @shooyo: “I think he’s mad that you’re texting me instead of focusing on your studies.” ○ 7:51

Kuroo @tetsuu: “Ooo, Shouyou-kun! Kenma and I thought we upset you and you ran away :(“ Hinata @shooyo: “No, it’s fine. Although I won’t be able to meet you until my heat ends.” Kuroo @tetsuu: “Whattt? But why? We honestly won’t bother you!” Hinata @shooyo: “I find it hard to believe. But that’s not the point, you have games against Fukurōdani soon. You need to prepare well. And I’m embarrassed. Good luck in your classes, Kuroo-san :)” Kuroo @tetsuu: “Nooo, don’t leave me, Shouyou! Kenma will bite me…” ○ 8:02

Snorting, Shouyou put his phone aside. A smile never left his face, even as fragments of last night’s events popped into his mind. He’d be lying if he said it was unpleasant or gross. He liked it, even if he didn’t feel the need to throw himself at some alpha again...

Standing up, he realized he needed to go to the store quickly and buy food for the week.

After drinking the blockers, even though they wouldn’t help much now, and spraying the special perfume to dull the pheromones, he put on a medical mask, hoping it would help block the scent of the alphas.

Leaving the dormitory, he pulled his hood up. He didn’t need to run into anyone else right now. Could this be called avoiding them? Yes. But it was for his own good.

He stepped outside calmly, no one paying attention to him. He only saw Daichi, Tsukishima, and Suga passing by. The last one barely recognized him, though he might have figured it out.

He arrived at the only store nearby and started shopping. He was also talking to his mom on the phone, as he hadn’t called her in a while—because of the vampires, the training, and now the defect. He had actually wanted to call her yesterday. If she knew what was happening to him, she’d come here personally and take him away, knowing her.

“So, what’s new? Found any friends?” Shouyou thought for a moment, holding ramen in one hand and dumplings in the other, the phone tucked between his shoulder and ear. Deciding to just grab everything, he put them in his basket.

Well, he had found some friends, some drank his blood and barely touched him during the process, some he almost slept with, and there were others who openly flirted with him, although he didn’t understand much of it. He still thought Kenma and Kuroo were just “helping” him because of his pheromones, nothing more.

“Yeah, Mom, there are some nice guys here. I’ve even become friends with quite a few,” he said, clutching the phone in his hand. He blushed unconsciously but quickly pulled himself together.

"Well, great. So, are there a lot of omegas in the academy?"

"Yeah, a whole one for the entire academy," he thought, rolling his eyes, and went to pay.

"Yeah, but they're kinda weird. I haven't really talked to them much."

After that, they said their goodbyes. Miss Hinata asked him to call more often, but what could he do in such an academy?

Leaving with a bag of sweets and just some normal food, he started heading back.

He had almost reached the academy when he suddenly bumped into someone.

And he bumped into them hard—falling straight to the ground and even hitting his head against a pole. Who would’ve thought someone would come around the academy's corner so suddenly?

Hissing in pain and rubbing his head, he looked up at the person he had crashed into. His breath hitched as a wave of unexplainable panic crept over him.

"Another weirdo in our academy? Kid, with your height and face, no omega is ever gonna want you," said the guy standing in front of him, resembling a snake. Thick dark hair with a greenish tint and bangs covering the left side of his face.

Shoyo’s mask had slipped slightly, now barely hanging on one ear.

The guy in front of him frowned even more and leaned in, grabbing Shoyo’s chin, pressing down—accidentally or on purpose, he couldn’t tell.

"Well? Just gonna sit there? Cat got your tongue?" He smirked, sticking out his tongue, his fangs glinting in the sunlight, making Shoyo shiver. He needed to get up and leave right now. This guy was worse than Kuroo and Oikawa combined…

"They let you out of the hospital early, Daisho," a voice called from a distance.

Suga hadn’t noticed Shoyo at first, but as he got closer, his eyes widened, pupils shrinking.

"Oh?" The so-called Daisho let go of his chin and straightened up. Shoyo quickly scrambled to his feet, swaying slightly and clutching his head. That fall hurt.

"It's Sugawara. Long time no see—missed me?"

Suga tensed up when he saw Hinata get up and approach him, standing behind his back. He relaxed a little.

"Not at all. I think Atsumu didn’t hit you hard enough back then."

"Really? Hit me? He fucking broke my leg, and his dear brother kicked me in the stomach!" he gritted his teeth, remembering that day. He had simply gone too far with a human woman and nearly killed her. But what was the point? They were helpless creatures in this world anyway.

"You really picked the wrong target. You knew she was their distant relative."

Suga turned to Shoyo, but it was as if he had disappeared—probably ran off as soon as they started talking.

"Pfft. Well, who’s to blame that she was just a human without vampire genes? A vampire mother and a human father—God," he rolled his eyes. But as he felt Suga’s pheromones shift, he stepped back slightly. He had no desire to end up in the hospital a second time.

Saying nothing, Suga was the first to leave, trying to pull himself together. Shoyo had run into that idiot at the worst possible time. And he wouldn’t be seeing him normally anytime soon—according to Yamaguchi, Hinata would now be spending his heat in a different dormitory.

As he stepped onto the first floor, he found himself considering gathering all the "clan leaders of the academy" to discuss Daisho.

They hadn’t done that in a long time since there was rarely anything that could truly disrupt them while they studied at the academy. Once they graduated and inherited control of their clans, they would see each other often, leading both vampires and keeping humans in check.

But if another human nearly died—or worse, actually died—because of Daisho, the academy itself would be put into question. Things could take a turn for the worse. Especially now that there was already a human in the academy—and that human was Shoyo. They needed to decide what to do about it, and fast.

Chapter Text

Entering the classroom, Suga sat down at his desk, took out his phone, and opened a chat he hadn’t used in a while. But now was the perfect opportunity.

Chat: "Academy Elite"

Sugawara @koshi:
"Good afternoon. I have an important topic for all of us."

○ 9:21

He put his phone down just as class started.

Now, all he had to do was wait for everyone to read the message. They rarely wrote in this chat, but whenever something was important, they all checked it.

While Shoyo was already in the dorms, trying to eat in peace and forget about Daisho, the rest were still in class as usual.

Chat: "Academy Elite"

Bokuto @kotaro:
"I totally forgot about this chat..."

○ 10:45

Miya @atsymy:
"Just finished class. What’s this about? My brother’s sitting next to me, but he’s too lazy to type."

Kageyama @tobio:
"If Suga-san is the first to write here, something bad definitely happened."

Tsukishima @kei:
"At least you remembered that much."

Sugawara @koshi:
"We’ll talk later. Just reply with a ‘+’ if you’re free today to discuss a few things. It’s important."

Suna @rintaro:
"Now I’m even more curious."

+

Bokuto @kotaro:
+

Kageyama @tobio:
+

Tsukishima @kei:
+

Miya @atsymy:
"Both of us can join. +"

Kuroo @tetsuu:
+

Oikawa @toru:
+

Ushijima @wakatoshi:
+

Akaashi @keiji:
+

Haiba @lev:
+

Tendou @satori:
+

Sakusa @kyoomi:
"I just hope I don’t die hanging out with you guys."

+

Sugawara @koshi:
"You won’t die. Now we just need a place to meet, but not at the academy."

Tendou @satori:
"Let’s meet at Lev’s house!"

Haiba @lev:
"Why mine, though…?"

Tsukishima @kei:
"Your family is the most normal. The rest of us can’t even be in the same room without fighting. And your house is closest to the academy."

Haiba @lev:
"Alright then. What time?"

Sugawara @koshi:
"After practice, around 19:00-20:00."

Putting his phone away, Suga got ready for his next classes.

When classes ended, everyone headed to practice. While Suga was warming up, Kageyama and Tsukishima finally decided to ask why he had called everyone so urgently.

"I think it’s easier to explain when everyone’s together," Suga said, getting up from the floor.

Seeing that his answer didn’t satisfy them, he sighed heavily.

"It’s about Daisho."

The two in front of him tensed up. They hadn’t seen him, but they knew exactly what he had done. The whole academy knew where he had been for the past few months, who sent him there, and why.

"Did he do something again?" Tsukishima asked, his body stiffening even more. He really didn’t want to think about the possibility of Daisho targeting Shoyo—especially since Shoyo was not only human but also an omega.

"No, thank god. But just like before, he couldn’t care less that he nearly killed someone. That means he might do it again. And you both understand that if someone from the academy actually kills someone, all of us will be under suspicion."

"Guys, let’s play," Daichi called them over, ending the conversation as they split up and started the game.

Practice ended later than expected. Kageyama and Hinata were supposed to clean up the gym, but since Hinata was still missing, Suga and even Tsukishima decided to help.

"Think the little tangerine will survive without food?" Kageyama suddenly asked, clearly thinking about it all day.

Suga and Tsukishima turned to him, confused by his curiosity.

"I saw him outside. He was coming back with a bag of food," Kageyama continued.

Tsukishima clicked his tongue, gripping a volleyball tightly as he stared at it.

"He could’ve just asked one of us… What if someone saw him like that?" he muttered, unconsciously blushing slightly before turning his head away.

"Pfft, why are you blushing, four-eyes?" Kageyama smirked, teasing him.

Tsukishima just rolled his eyes and told him to hurry up and mop the floor.

"Well… he also ran into Daisho today," Suga added.

Silence.

Both boys looked at him in shock.

"I saw him leaving the academy and wanted to go after him, but I couldn’t. The teachers made me deliver some reports to other classrooms. When I finally finished, I stepped outside and saw Daisho bump into someone—knocking them to the ground. I got closer, and it turned out to be Shoyo."

Suga fell silent, recalling how scared Shoyo had looked.

"He didn’t expose him, did he?" Tsukishima asked, and Kageyama nodded in concern.

Seeing Suga shake his head in denial, they both sighed in relief.

"He got up the second I approached and… I think he ran away while I was talking to Daisho."

"Does he have a habit of running away or something?" Tsukishima smirked, placing the last ball in storage.

The boys left the gym, locked it, and headed to the dorms to change into normal clothes.

"Tsuki, where are you guys going so late?"

While Suga and Kageyama were still in their rooms, Tsukishima stood in the kitchen talking to Yamaguchi.

"We need to talk to the ‘elite’ about Daisho." He made air quotes with his fingers.

Yamaguchi chuckled, but at the mention of Daisho, he tensed up and bit his lip.

"I thought they kicked him out of the academy for good."

Tsukishima shrugged. "I’ll explain later when I get back."

After waiting for the others, they all headed to Lev’s house.

The walk wasn’t too long. By 19:21, they arrived at a large four-story house and knocked on the door, waiting for someone to open.

Thinking back, all the vampires had massive, luxurious homes. Kuroo’s house was practically a mansion with a pool. The others weren’t much different.

"Oh, you guys are actually the last ones to arrive," Lev greeted them, dressed in a loose t-shirt and sweatpants.

"Sorry, we had to help Kageyama clean up the gym," Suga said as he entered first, followed by the others, who also apologized.

In the spacious living room, Lev’s older sister, Alisa Haiba, sat chatting with her friends.

She looked a lot like her brother—tall with long, light-colored hair.

"Hey, Alisa," Suga smiled and greeted her.

The others followed suit.

"Lev, is that everyone for today?" Alisa asked, stopping them near the kitchen.

"Yeah, we’ll be upstairs if anything."

Heading up to the second floor, they entered the meeting room.

But something felt off.

There were too many people.

Some of them… weren’t even invited.

"There are more people here than I expected to see today," he smiled and sat down on a chair. At that moment, everyone in the room was either sitting or standing, but as soon as Suga walked in, they all fell silent.

"These are our right and left hands," said Oikawa. Sitting next to him was a calm Iwaizumi, who still didn’t understand why he had been dragged here.

Near Kuroo and Lev sat a nervous Yaku, along with Kenma, who was the farthest away, playing on his phone. He hadn’t even noticed Suga enter.

Next to the Miya brothers sat Kita and Suna, speaking quietly, trying to calm the brothers down as well.

But the most surprising thing was that Komori, Sakusa’s brother, was also here. Meanwhile, Sakusa himself had moved to the far end of the room, sitting in a mask, observing the chaos.

"Alright then, since they’re already here, that’s fine," Kageyama and Tsukishima sat not far from Suga and, like everyone else, started listening to him.

"This is about Daisho. Some of you may already know, but he’s back at the academy, safe and sound."

Tension filled the room, and even Kenma put down his phone to listen.

"We've already seen him. He said he doesn’t really want to bother anyone," Atsumu shrugged, leaning against Suna, who, in turn, was trying to push him away.

"I doubt he’ll say anything to the ones who beat him up," Suga smirked, glancing at Miya. Atsumu rolled his eyes again.

"Are you saying he’s going to cause trouble again?" Tendou was sitting calmly beside Bokuto, trying to understand why they had been gathered.

Suga sighed and started explaining how he had seen Daisho today and what he had said about people.

Of course, he didn’t mention Shoyo at all.

"If he starts harassing people again or even kills someone, our academy will be in danger—along with all of us."

Everyone sat in silence, deep in thought. Those who knew the truth about Hinata's real nature tensed up even more. If that idiot somehow found out about him, Shoyo could be in serious trouble.

Kenma exchanged glances with Kuroo and Yaku. They, like him, understood how bad the situation really was.

"Honestly, it would be best to just kick him out of the academy," Oikawa sounded both calm and uneasy at the same time. Even he wasn’t sure how he felt about it.

"But that would be really difficult. His parents are filthy rich, and our principal is a greedy bastard who only cares about money," Yaku’s words resonated with everyone, and they all started thinking of alternative ideas.

"Then let’s just keep people away from the academy. If something happens outside of it, it’s not our problem for now."

Kuroo rolled his eyes at Atsumu’s words.

"If you really knew Shoyo, you'd be the first one trying to get that bastard out of here," Kenma thought to himself.

"That won’t work," Sakusa stepped closer. "We need to keep an eye on him for now. If he starts causing trouble again, we’ll record everything and show it to the principal. If that doesn’t work, we’ll figure out something else."

"Like… using bait?"

Suna thought that recording Daisho was a great idea, but when Osamu mentioned bait, he wasn’t so sure about that part.

At the word "bait," many people immediately thought of Hinata but quickly pushed those thoughts away.

"No bait, then," Osamu simply nodded at Kenma’s words.

"I’m out. It’s suffocating in here."

Sakusa was the first to leave, followed immediately by his brother.

"Same old him."

Some people stayed behind to chat, while Kuroo went outside for a smoke. His mind kept drifting back to Hinata, but the guy wasn’t even answering his messages.

Standing outside, he didn’t notice Kenma approaching until he was right next to him. Without saying a word, Kenma stood a little distance away, checking his messages for the tenth time. Shoyo still hadn’t replied—just like Kuroo.

"I need to talk to you," Sakusa suddenly stood in front of them, looking serious, while his brother smiled awkwardly.

"What do you want?" Kuroo finished his cigarette, put it out, and flicked it to the ground right in front of him. He wasn’t particularly interested in talking to this clean freak.

Sakusa clicked his tongue and pulled his mask up over his face. To him, Kuroo was nothing more than an annoying cat.

"It’s about the red-haired guy, Hinata Shoyo. I’ve seen you with him a couple of times."

The two tensed up but didn’t say anything.

"You do know he’s human, right?"

Chapter Text

"What makes you so sure he's human?" Kenma hadn't heard anything about Shouyou ever meeting Sakusa.

"Don't act like you don't kno—" Komori quickly covered his brother’s mouth with his hand, even through the mask.

"Don't touch me, you idiot!" the other whispered, stepping aside a little to catch his breath.

"We ran into him on the street not too long ago, and by chance, Sakusa ended up tasting his blood," Kenma and Kuroo couldn’t understand how that could happen by accident, while Komori just stood there, smiling.

"When he almost fell, I accidentally cut his hand, and then for some reason, I decided to try it. I honestly don’t know why," Sakusa said, now back to his usual calm self.

"So that's all you know?"

Everyone immediately turned to Kuroo in confusion. Realizing what he had just said, he forced a crooked smile, trying to play it off.

"Wait. Are you saying there's something else hidden in that orange hurricane?" Sakusa narrowed his eyes. What else could he be hiding?

"I meant it figuratively. There's nothing like that."

Kenma sighed heavily and smacked his forehead with his palm. Kuroo was such an idiot.

"Listen, dumbass. You're definitely hiding something else," Sakusa nearly stepped up to Kuroo, but his brother pulled him back again.

"Look who's talking, standing there like an idiot, trying to squeeze more out of us."

"Kuroo. Shut up already."

They stood there for another thirty minutes, with Kuroo trying to get under Sakusa’s skin, and Sakusa, in turn, doing the same to him.

"I'm tired of this. Either you tell us, or we’ll go ask him ourselves."

Sakusa crossed his arms, refusing to say anything else. Then Kuroo let out a chuckle. Not understanding what was so funny, Sakusa looked at him.

"Yeah, right, you’ll go and find him. He'll run away the moment he sees you. He wouldn’t even let Kenma and me visit him today," Kuroo frowned, thinking that Chibi-chan had been acting way too distant lately.

"You won’t be able to see him for a whole week," Kenma said skeptically, understanding his friend’s frustration.

"Oh, and you think he let you in?" Kuroo turned fully to Kenma now.

"God, what are you even talking about?" Sakusa ran a hand through his hair.

"Are you even allowed to tell them?" Kuroo gestured toward the guys standing nearby.

"They already know quite a lot, so whatever. Shouyou is an omega."

After hearing the pudding-head’s words, the guys in front of them widened their eyes. A few moments later, Komori, unable to hold back his laughter, clutched his stomach.

"Well, well, and on your first meeting, you injured him, and he ran away."

Sakusa frowned and clicked his tongue at his brother’s words.

"I wanted to apologize, but he ran off so fast I couldn’t even say a word."

"That sounds like Shouyou. He also ran away from me, Tendou, and Ushiwaka the other day."

The laughter stopped, and the guys turned to Kenma in confusion.

"What do they have to do with this? Are you saying they know too?"

Kenma nodded and began explaining what had happened back then.

"That little redhead is a handful," Sakusa muttered after listening to everything. He was genuinely surprised.

"Haah, whatever, problematic or not. But if Daishou tries to hit on him, I’ll personally throw him out of here. And if he finds out Shouyou’s human, then we’re all screwed."

Sakusa scoffed, not understanding why there was so much fuss over one guy.

"Do many people know who he really is?"

"His whole team knows, and some from other teams do too."

The guys tensed up when they heard someone approaching them on the street.

"Oh, even Sakusa and Komori are here!" The Miya brothers and Suna walked out with Kita.

"You guys were the only ones missing," Sakusa clicked his tongue, seeing how Atsumu’s face changed—falsely changed.

"No need to be so cold. Come on, let’s hug, Saku-chan," Atsumu grinned and spread his arms wide as he walked toward Sakusa.

"Ugh, fuck no. Don’t you dare. If you come closer, I’ll knock you out, Miya!" Sakusa started backing away while the others just watched.

"Why are you having another little gathering here?"

Kuroo frowned at Osamu’s question but just sighed and answered,

"He came at us with some personal questions. But anyway, we were already leaving."

Saying that, he started walking away first, and Kenma followed him at a leisurely pace.

"What a bastard, I still haven’t found out where that redhead is!" Kuroo stopped and turned to Sakusa. Everyone around them fell silent.

"And that’s none of your fucking business. See you all later," he waved at them one last time before continuing to catch up with Kenma.

"Who’s the redhead?" Atsumu turned to Sakusa, genuinely curious. If Sakusa was interested in someone, that was definitely strange.

"I’m going home."

Sakusa simply turned and started walking back to the academy.

"What? Are you ignoring me?"

"Let’s go already, we need to head back too."

Atsumu huffed at Suna’s words but also started heading home.

The rest of the guys who were still with Lev kept talking about their own things, and half an hour later, they too left for the academy.

"By the way, where’s your redhead guy?" Tendou, having learned that Yaku knew about Shouyou, didn’t hold back and decided to ask about him on the way back.

He was walking with Ushijima, Suga, Tsukishima, Kageyama, and Yaku.

"He’s in another dorm. He somehow made a deal with the principal, so he’ll be staying there for a week until his heat passes," Suga looked exhausted. Bokuto, Oikawa, Lev, and Atsumu had already driven him crazy, and now they were asking about Shouyou too.

"Whoa! That’s smart of him. Maybe I should go live with him, it’s so boring otherwise," Tendou sighed heavily, walking next to Kageyama.

"So you can fuck him?" At Kageyama’s words, Tendou blushed and clicked his tongue, muttering, "No."

"Kageyama! My god, what are you even thinking?!" Everyone around him blushed, even Yaku, who had been lost in thought while walking behind them.

"It’s not like you guys are gonna sit around drinking tea during an omega’s heat. Especially since if he wasn’t looking for an alpha before, now he definitely—"

"Shut up already, we got it."

Tsukishima adjusted his glasses, trying not to blush.

Chapter Text

Returning to his room, Hinata immediately closed the door. Placing the bag in the kitchen, he sat down on a chair, holding his head in his hands.

No one had told him about Daisho, but he seemed like a real piece of work.

After making himself some dumplings, he grabbed his phone. There were tons of messages from Kuroo and even a decent number from Kenma. He was too scared to reply for now.

Sighing, he just scrolled through social media.

After eating peacefully, he washed the dishes and went to his room.

It was strange that he barely felt his heat. If the defect was gone, then he’d suffer through it like any other omega… or wait for an alpha on a white horse.

Scoffing at his own thoughts, he lay on his stomach and kept scrolling through his feed.

He spent half the day on his phone, ate twice, and just thought about the guys—he was incredibly bored.

Turning off his phone, he let it fall onto the bed, buried his face into the pillow, and groaned heavily before closing his eyes.

He started recalling all the vampires who had acted strangely around him, flirting with him. Not much time had passed since he started studying here, yet he had never had so many problems in his life before coming here.

Now, his thoughts shifted to Kuroo and Kenma. Their friendship had started off strange, and then, suddenly, he found himself remembering how they had helped him on the first day of his heat. Their pheromones mixing together had been something incredibly pleasant to Shoyo. Maybe he was even glad that he now knew exactly what their scents were like.

Biting his lip, he opened his eyes slightly, noticing a shirt on the floor—either Kuroo’s or Kenma’s. He didn’t own one like that.

Crawling closer to the edge of the bed, he picked up the shirt and moved back to the middle. Curling up again, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. It turned out to be Kenma’s scent. Unconsciously flustered, Shoyo let out a heavy sigh. The scent and the memories of Kenma and Kuroo made his hand slowly drift downward.

Now, he was picturing Kuroo kissing him roughly, biting his lip until it bled, then immediately licking the wound and apologizing.

While Kuroo worked his way down, Kenma nipped at his neck—probably out of jealousy. Who would’ve thought he could do that?

Smiling at his own imagination, Shoyo gripped his length harder through his boxers, suppressing a moan of pleasure. Sliding down his jeans and underwear, he started stroking himself. He clutched Kenma’s shirt even tighter, burying his face in it and inhaling deeply. It wasn’t enough. He wanted more. The scent on the shirt was too faint.

Closing his eyes, he imagined Kenma kissing him, his hands sliding lower, caressing his waist, pressing against the dimples on his lower back—making Shoyo moan into the kiss. That spot was sensitive.

Kuroo, finished with his work below, moved back up, offering Shoyo two fingers.

"Kiss them well, Shoyo, so it won’t hurt later, okay?"

Kenma gently bit his ear, whispering the words in a husky voice. Shoyo only whimpered from the increased arousal, obediently opening his mouth at their request.

With a drawn-out moan, he climaxed into his own hand. The shirt, which he had bitten down on to muffle his sounds, slipped from his mouth. Sprawled out on his back in a starfish position, he covered his face with his hands, blushing even harder.

"This is so wrong… I just jerked off to Kenma’s scent and fantasies about Kuroo and Kenma…"

Grabbing his suppressants, he swallowed a pill and headed for a cold shower to cool himself down.

Standing there for half an hour, he stepped out feeling a little drowsy and exhausted. Yet, he was still curious—why was his heat acting so strange? It felt almost the same as before the defect disappeared.

Rubbing his damp hair, he decided to search the internet. After about ten minutes, he found an interesting page explaining that if an alpha bites an omega during their heat—either on the scruff or shoulder—their pheromones temporarily mix. This could suppress the omega’s heat for a couple of days, allowing them to last without an alpha for some time.

Surprisingly, sex wasn’t even necessary—just the bite. But, of course, it had to be consensual; forcing it wouldn’t work.

Scoffing, Shoyo closed his phone.

Like hell he’d be able to make an alpha bite him—they’d probably devour him first.

First, he went to the kitchen to drink some water. A few minutes later, he returned to his phone and opened the chat with Kuroo.

Hinata @shooyo:
"If you and Kenma want to see me, bring a couple of your things and come to my dorm right now."
○ 20:23

After sending the message, he hesitated, feeling a little embarrassed. He was scared they’d reject him. He hadn’t messaged them all day, and now he was suddenly summoning them with such commanding words.

Surprisingly, the reply came quickly.

Kuroo @tetsuu:
"Shoyo-kun! Oh my god, you finally replied :, (
We seriously thought you hated us already…
Are you inviting us for a sleepover or what?"
○ 20:25

Shoyo scoffed and rolled his eyes at the sleepover comment. But reading that they had been so worried about him warmed his heart and put him at ease.

Hinata @shooyo:
"Sorry for not replying, but like I said before, I don’t hate you guys.
No, I just need a couple of your things… for my, um, nest.
It just makes me feel calmer, I guess…"

Kuroo @tetsuu:
"That’s so cute… but wouldn’t it be easier to have us instead of our stuff?"

Hinata @shooyo:
"Kuroo-san, no! Just please bring the stuff (("

Kuroo @tetsuu:
"Alright, alright, no questions asked! We’re on our way."
○ 20:27

Before they arrived, he suddenly remembered Kenma’s shirt lying on his bed. Blushing, he recalled how he had nearly drooled on it, thinking about them. Shaking off those thoughts, he tossed the shirt into the laundry and went to the kitchen to wait for the guys.

He even made tea—he had memorized a while ago that Kenma liked green tea and Kuroo preferred fruity flavors.

After taking another suppressant and spraying himself with special perfume, he sat calmly on his phone.

About five minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

Chapter Text

Kuroo and Kenma decided to stop by a store before heading to their dorm.

While Kuroo was picking out cigarettes, Kenma stood there frowning, unsure when he even started smoking. Before Shoyo began studying, they hadn’t really talked much for about six months. Their friendship was there, but it felt kind of strained. Kuroo was often hanging out with Bokuto and Atsumu or Oikawa. Kenma was simultaneously relieved that Kuroo wasn't constantly annoying him, but it still felt odd.

But with Shoya's arrival, they ended up bonding a lot more. Kuroo started changing in general, except for the fact that he still smoked.

"Are you getting anything, Kenma?" Kuroo snapped out of his thoughts and walked over to the sweets aisle. After grabbing half a pack of candy, he extended his hand for Kuroo to pay for it.

"You're still a sweet tooth, huh?" Tetsuro smiled, taking the bag and ringing it up.

After leaving the store, Kenma started thinking about all of this again, while, surprisingly quietly, his black-haired friend walked beside him, smoking a cigarette.

"I feel like Shoyo is having a strange effect on all of us," Kuroo broke away from staring at the sky and looked at his friend.

"What do you mean?"

Kuroo paused, not entirely sure himself.

"A lot of people around him have started changing, not just towards him, but towards others too. Like, we hadn't really talked properly in a while, but after Shoyo came along, it's like we’re back to how we were when we were kids," he said, smiling at his own words as he kicked a stone.

Kuroo, having put out his cigarette against the wall, stopped to throw it in the trash. He hadn't even smoked half of it.

"He's just like the sun, don't you think? Just by being around, he changes people, it's pretty interesting."

Looking at his friend, Kuroo continued walking, while Kenma stayed behind, thinking about his words.

“When did you start thinking about people like that?” Kenma didn't want to voice his thoughts, so he just caught up with the guy and they slowly made their way back to the academy.

As they approached their dorm, Kuroo received a message on his phone. He clicked his tongue in irritation, furrowing his brows.

"Who the hell needs me now?"

As soon as he saw that the message was from Shoyo, his face changed, and he immediately showed the conversation to Kenma.

"Why is Shoyo inviting us to stay the night all of a sudden?" Kenma couldn't believe Shoyo would invite them after what happened yesterday.

So, after reading Shoyo's next messages, Kuroo smirked, remembering how Tendou had talked about nesting. If only he knew that Shoyo was already making a nest, he'd be the first to give up his clothes.

The guys quickly found a couple of unnecessary items and stuffed them into a shared bag. Almost reaching the dorm door, they were stopped by Yaku.

"Where are you guys going? Moving out or something?" He grinned, noticing the bag with clothes.

"No. Shoyo-kun asked us to give him our clothes for his nest," Kuroo surprisingly didn't try to hide this. Looking at his friend, Kenma couldn't help but think that Shoyo was really having a good influence on Kuroo.

Yaku paused for a moment, then, for some reason, took off his windbreaker and shoved it into their bag.

Kuroo stared at the windbreaker, then at him, confused.

"I also want something from me," Yaku muttered, slightly blushing, crossing his arms. He wasn't taking it back.

Kuroo was about to pull it out and throw it in his face, but Kenma's hand stopped him.

"We can take his windbreaker too. Shoyo will be even more happy," Tetsuro sighed heavily and nodded. Saying goodbye to Yaku, they started heading to Hinata's place.

They got there quickly. The light on the floor was dim, which sent a shiver down their spines when they knocked.

A bit of rustling was heard from the other side, and then the door opened.

Shoyo stood in front of them. He tried to look calm, but the light blush on his cheeks showed that he was nervous.

"Come in for a bit," he opened the door. Seeing a couple of their things in the bag, he smiled and headed to the kitchen.

Kenma walked in first, followed by Kuroo, who closed the door behind them.

In the kitchen, a calm Hinata sat. He handed them both cups of tea, receiving the clothes from them in return.

He noticed a completely different scent, not like Kuroo's or Kenma's, but still quite pleasant. The pheromone of cheese—it seemed too ordinary, but it left a pleasant taste in his mouth. He tried to recall whose pheromone it resembled.

He pulled out the windbreaker and showed it to the guys. They immediately understood what he wanted.

"We were leaving the dormitory when Yaku met us and shoved his windbreaker into my hands," Kuroo grumbled a bit, making Shoyo smile, not understanding why he was grumbling at all.

"Thank you."

He took the clothes to his room and returned to them, sitting nearby, trying to think of something to ask to lighten the mood a bit.

"Anything new today?"

The guys briefly exchanged glances, wondering whether they should tell him about Daisho or not. Perhaps after hearing it, he might be afraid to go anywhere. But it was better to give him at least a hint to stay away from him.

"Today, a guy named Daisho Suguru came back to the academy. This guy is too dangerous to even stand near," Shoyo tensed up at hearing Daisho's name again.

"Does he have green hair and look like a snake?" In response to Shoyo’s question, the guys nodded, but they couldn’t understand how he had already met him.

Seeing the confusion in their eyes, Hinata lowered his gaze slightly and explained how he had gone to the store, was heading back, and met Daisho, and how lucky it was that Suga was there.

"So that’s why Suga suddenly gathered all of us, although it makes sense," Kenma whispered, but both guys heard him.

"Gathered? What do you mean?"

"Well, he gathered all the heads of the academy, or the supreme vampires, as you can say, to discuss how to get rid of him, because if he starts messing around again and doesn’t follow the vampire laws, our entire academy could be in danger."

Shoyo paused after Kuroo’s words, trying to understand the situation more clearly. One thing was for sure—he didn’t even know what these supreme vampires in the academy were.

But Daisho, he understood more or less.

"So, first off, what did he actually do?"

Kuroo looked at Kenma. They didn’t seem to want to go into details.

"He nearly killed a person. It’s forbidden by the laws, but he seems to have forgotten all about that. And as Suga found out, he doesn’t care about humans at all, just like before," Kenma decided to tell it himself, watching as Shoyo’s eyes grew wider with each word. Was it right to tell him this?

Hinata furrowed his brow, looking at his cup. His head was filled with a lot of thoughts; everything was falling into place so badly.

"I see. And how are you going to get rid of him?" Rising, he walked to wash his cup. He was truly scared now; there was literally a killer walking around, but if he thought about it, surely the others wouldn’t let him get killed?

"First, we’ll keep an eye on him. If he starts doing anything suspicious, we’ll go to the principal with evidence."

Kenma nodded at Kuroo’s words and continued:

"But since this snake’s family is rich, the principal won’t believe us without evidence. But don’t worry, Shoyo," he stood up from his chair and walked closer to Hinata, who turned toward him. "We’ll do everything we can to make sure this doesn’t affect you," he hugged the guy, smiling slightly. He allowed himself to be hugged, which meant not everything was lost.

Shoyo, in return, buried his face in his neck, breathing in the familiar scent that enveloped his whole body.

"I also want to hug you, Shoyo-kun!" Kuroo stood up and quickly approached them, hugging not only Hinata but also the shocked Kenma.

Hinata, laughing at them, hugged both of them, and then they went and sat on the couch.

A request kept spinning in his head, wishing one of them would bite him. That way, first off, the heat would pass better, and his pheromones would be weaker than usual.

The lump in his throat made it hard for him to speak. He was afraid they would start laughing, thinking he was using them, and then they would turn around and leave, looking at him like a pet.

"Shoyo? What’s wrong?" Kenma tensed, seeing how nervous the guy looked next to him. Kuroo also noticed it; they couldn’t understand why he was so nervous.

"Ah, yeah, I just wanted to ask you... could you tell me about the supreme vampires?" He might regret not simply asking them to bite him...

They exchanged glances, and each of them thought that he definitely wanted to ask something else.

"In our academy, there are certain vampires who are stronger both physically and mentally than the others. These vampires have, you could say, clans. They own many networks, like stores, restaurants, real estate, transport companies, marketing, and..."

"He already understood that many things, more than just one thing," Kenma didn't want to hear for the tenth time that week what his friend would be in charge of when he inherited the clan. Looking at the intrigued Shōyō, he continued: "Each of these clans are heads in Tokyo, and some want to go even further, take control of other prefectures. But they don't just own a network of anything, they also keep an eye on the order of vampires and humans, there are frequent confrontations, which sometimes can be deadly, but that's rare. I don't even remember the last time one of the heads died."

"And what else?" Hinata was genuinely interested, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. Kuroo smiled, seeing him like that.

"There are thirteen such clans: Bokuto, Miya, Oikawa, Tsukishima, Ushijima, Kageyama, Akaashi, Sugawara, Haiba, Suna, Tendo, Sakusa, Kuroo."

With every clan name, Shōyō was more and more shocked, he knew almost everyone there...

"And almost everyone I know..." Hinata said quietly, but the guys heard him.

"Essentially, yes. Once each of us finishes our studies at the academy, the clans will be passed down to us," Kuroo thought for a moment, then smirked. "And after that, we’ll all get rid of this stupid feud between many of these clans."

Kenma sighed; he had just recently had enough of his friend complaining that his relatives wouldn't let Bokuto visit them.

"Why is there even a feud?"

Kuroo shrugged; he'd like to know too, but his parents just snapped at him and said it wasn’t his business.

"My mother once told me a long time ago, but my fathers were always angry at her because of it."

The guys saw Shōyō's interested look; he had been sitting quietly, afraid of saying something wrong.

"My mother is an omega vampire and my two fathers are pureblood high vampires," Shōyō was a little surprised but said nothing; in their world, such things were possible, no need to be amazed.

Shōyō tensed up, thinking there was something wrong here, so he decided to ask to be sure.

"Did many of the clan members study at this academy? Or a similar one?"

The guys fell silent, recalling. Kuroo bit his lip.

"Yeah, all the alphas mostly studied at similar academies. For example, my fathers, Bokuto's and Miya’s fathers, Sakusa’s, Tendo’s, and I think Kageyama’s too."

Kenma nodded too, recalling that his father had also studied here, though he didn’t talk much about it.

"And were betas or gammas in the families?"

The guys fell silent again, neither of them understood where Shōyō was going with this.

"No, and if there were, they were usually kicked out of the families," Hinata nodded at Kuroo's words, thinking about his own.

"And where did omegas from the clans study?"

"My mother never told me, always said it didn’t matter. I don’t know about the others."

"Maybe they studied at such schools too...?" Shōyō was deep in thought. At this question, Kuroo and Kenma seemed to fall out of the world.

"Nah, those schools are only for alphas."

Kenma and Shōyō looked at Kuroo as if he were an idiot.

"Well, then how the hell did I end up here?"

Kuroo winced, realizing he'd said something stupid.

"Logically, something is really off here," now Kenma was thinking too.

"There were no ones in the clans who were with betas or gammas."

"So only purebred omegas or alphas are supposed to be born?" Kenma continued Shōyō’s words.

"Yes! Exactly. To give them, so to speak, their place, the chance that a beta or gamma will be born is too small," the last puzzle piece was falling into place in the guys' minds.

"Oh my God, I don't understand anything, explain it properly!" Kuroo was sitting with his mind boiling, his head dropped as he held it in his hands.

Shouyou smiled and stood up, walking over to him. He crouched down, gently stroking Kuroo's arms and then his head.

"We're talking about how there might have been a few purebred omegas where the higher alphas studied," Kuroo dropped his hands and looked at Shouyou.

"Then why did they hide it? And why only purebred omegas? Are there non-purebred ones? Ah, I don't understand anything!"

Shouyou smirked and stood up, thinking to himself.

"As for why they hid it, I don’t know. But about omegas, that's the easiest part. Purebred omegas are those born from an alpha and an omega. But if an omega is born from a beta or gamma, it's rare that the omega can give birth to another purebred omega or alpha. Generally, healthy omegas or alphas born from betas or gammas are rare, and even if they do exist, they tend to be physically and mentally similar to betas. The scent was too weak, and the strength wasn’t like that of a normal alpha or omega."

Kuroo started nodding, remembering how they had been taught this in lower grades.

"So why are you even talking about this?" Kuroo tensed up, sensing that something wasn’t right. He saw a smile begin to form on Shouyou's face and swallowed.

"I'm even more curious about your clans and omegas in families. And the principal definitely needs to know this," Kenma didn’t even raise an eyebrow and agreed with Hinata.

"What? Do you think he’ll tell us anything?"

Kuroo smirked, knowing that this guy wouldn’t say a word.

"I’ll make him. I’ve been stuck here for a year, literally in a den of beasts. They didn’t let me in here for nothing. If all they needed was for vampires to drink blood, they could have let in betas, gammas, or even alphas. But they were looking for a purebred omega."

Kenma's realization hit him, and he stood up from the couch.

"So you're a purebred omega?"

He nodded. Before, with a defect, he had seemed like an ordinary omega. But his parents were purebred alpha and omega.

"Damn, now I’m curious too. But I think the principal won’t be happy to see us now."

At these words, Shouyou snorted. He was beginning to understand the principal more; he had been holed up in his office for far too long.

"There’s still a chance to find out everything," Shouyou walked into the room, threw on Yaku's jacket, as his pheromones were stronger than usual. He didn’t want to ruin his health with pills, so it was better to smell like Yaku.

"Why him, though?" Kuroo pouted, looking like a grumpy cat.

"Does it matter? The important thing is that I don’t smell like mandarins."

With a heavy sigh, Kuroo agreed. Shouyou looked at the guys and asked:

"Are you coming with me?"

They nodded and, standing up, followed him. Closing the door behind them, they made their way to the third floor. It was already dark outside, but fortunately, the floors were dimly lit.

When they reached the office, Shouyou knocked quietly.

There was silence behind the door, almost too much silence. Shouyou thought for a moment that the principal had left for good, and feeling disappointed, he was about to turn back. But the sound of the door opening stopped him.

"It’s already pretty late, who else would need me... ah, it’s you," The principal saw the redhead and opened the door, letting them in. When he saw Kuroo and Kenma behind him, he was surprised.

"I didn't think I'd see you guys here too."

At the man's words, they all simultaneously frowned.

"We have a few questions for you and the academy," the Director sat down in a chair and turned on the lamp, inviting them to take a seat.

"I guess it's not that surprising anymore, huh?" he smirked, looking at the omega, signaling that he was listening.

"Did omegas from the Kuroo, Bokuto, Miya, Sakusa, Tendo, and Kageyama clans study at this academy?"

The guys next to Shouyou were surprised by how directly he asked, and the Director sighed heavily, staring into the fiery eyes of the young man. He smiled.

"Yes, a few vampire omegas used to study here, specifically so that clans like the supreme ones could continue their bloodlines with purebred alphas or omegas," Shouyou tensed up, realizing that the puzzle was finally coming together! Damn, he thought he was here just to be food for them, but it turned out to be much more interesting.

"So, why don’t the children of the clans know about this? Everyone thinks that there were never any omegas here."

Kuroo and Kenma nodded, agreeing with him. They had discussed this many times with others from the academy, but everyone knew for sure that omegas definitely didn’t study here.

"And they weren’t supposed to study here. Omegas were only brought here with the hope that alphas and omegas would find each other and continue the bloodline."

Shouyou grabbed his head, groaning heavily.

"What if it didn't work out? For example, if an omega never fell in love with anyone, or the alphas never chose those omegas?"

The Director thought for a moment, trying to find the right way to explain.

"Then nothing was done with them. They left the academy, not even remembering about it. It’s one thing, alphas always kept quiet about this because it's a law, but in order to prevent omegas from spilling the beans, their memories were erased—memories of studying with alphas—and they were given false memories about studying with other omegas."

"And this was done by the Sun clan, right?" Kenma asked, and the Director nodded.

"Since they deal with removing 'excess,' they took care of omegas from such academies."

"Removing 'excess'?" Shouyou couldn't understand what they meant.

"We told you that each of the clans not only manages some networks in Tokyo peacefully but also lives in the mafia world. I’m not saying they just kill, deal drugs, rape, or anything like that," seeing how Shouyou listened intently, Kenma continued, "If they deal in something unusual, it's weapons or important documents, maybe something else, but we don’t know yet. The Sun clan eliminates opponents from other clans, many who want to kill or take over power, but they kill quietly and professionally and are able to erase memories in parts and also give false ones."

Shouyou sighed heavily, leaning back. This was seriously fascinating.

"You’re telling me that there’s a person in this academy who could silently kill and no one would notice?"

Kenma smiled, seeing how tense Shouyou got from his own words.

"No," the Director answered his question. "Clan children usually learn such things after they graduate from the academy, but yes, they absolutely need to know how to do that."

"Jeez... what an interesting academy you guys have..."

The Director smirked and suddenly looked at the alpha.

"Why exactly did you decide to tell him all this?" His voice made it clear that he wasn’t angry, but actually curious.

Kuroo snorted and then grinned, looking at Shouyou.

"He’ll just continue our bloodline and become our omega, so it’s already fine to tell him," everyone looked at him in shock.

Kenma suddenly blushed and covered his face with his hand. The Director turned his head toward the person.

"Are you in a relationship with them? Or with others from the upper echelons? If so, then that’s good, but…"

"It’s not like that!"

Shouyou, embarrassed, stood up from his chair and slammed his hand on the table, shaking his head from side to side.

"Not at all! I didn’t even think about that!" Sitting back down, he turned his head to the side and crossed his arms, placing one leg over the other.

Kenma, seeing how upset the guy got, kicked Kuroo’s leg. Kuroo hissed from the hit and boasted about his leg.

"Ahem, okay, forget it. I think I have one last question," calming down, Shouyou exhaled and continued, "Then why am I here? If there used to be vampire omegas here, why suddenly start looking for humans?"

The Director and Kuroo, along with Kenma, paused, considering the boy’s words.

"Since there were too few vampire omegas, they decided to try taking humans. Since there’s been an increase in human omegas," Shouyou nodded at the Director's answer.

"Then why am I the only one here? Couldn't you take more?" The man shook his head, disagreeing with the boy.

"This academy is for intelligent and athletic vampires, so they were looking for at least one smart person, and you passed the entrance exams with the highest score. You’re also doing great now. Didn’t you wonder why I let you stay in your room for a week every month without studying? Because you’re already a smart guy," he smiled, seeing the boy’s confusion.

Then he looked at the teenagers and smirked.

"How did you guys even figure this out? I’ve worked here for so long, but no alpha ever got so close to the truth."

The alphas gulped, realizing that it was all Shouyou's deduction.

"I don’t know, my head’s been spinning from all these thoughts. I’ve been thinking so much about what’s true and what isn’t, it seemed so easy, but it’s like the Bermuda Triangle."

"I think my brain’s gonna explode too."

Kuroo raised his hand in front of his face, thinking that maybe he had even become smarter.

"You didn’t have a brain to begin with," Kenma snorted at Kuroo’s words and stood up.

"I think we should head to the dorms. We still have a match against ‘Fukuroudani’ tomorrow."

The guys all stood up and thanked the Director.

The last to leave was Shouyou, but he was stopped by a man's voice.

"Hinata. My name is Takemoto Minoru. If anything happens, you can come to me," Shouyou nodded, not understanding why the man introduced himself.

"Wow. First time I found out the name of our director," the guys were standing by the office, waiting for Shouyou.

"You didn’t know?" They said "No," shrugging their shoulders.

"We always called him Director Takemoto. Oh, right," Kuroo smiled, walking next to Hinata, while Kenma quietly walked on the other side. "Did you know that rarely anyone calls an alpha by their name?"

Shouyou thought about it, probably because it was due to the respect they had, kind of like how regular people act.

"Out of respect? Well, if the person is older, like how we do it. And only close ones and family call by name."

"Well, with close ones and family, it’s almost the same for us, but it depends more on the status of the vampire or alpha in the family. For example, not many people call me by name. The same goes for other strong vampires," Shouyou tensed up, recalling how he called Yamaguchi by his name, and how he didn’t get slapped...

"By logic, I'm the weakest in the academy, so I should only address everyone by their surname?"

"Well, you can call us by name," Kuroo smiled slyly, realizing he might slip up again. "Since our future omega shouldn’t call us by..."

"Kuroo, shut up!"

Kenma quickly covered his friend's mouth, and Shouyou yelped, bumping into Kenma's back, then realized what Kuroo meant, blushed, and stepped away from them.

"Not happening. I'm a free omega," he proudly raised his head. "Alright, I have to go. Good night, you guys."

Shouyou immediately wanted to run away from them, but stopped, turned back, kissed them on the cheek.

"I'll think about your words in the future," he winked at them one last time and quickly ran upstairs.

"My brain is going to explode," Kuroo muttered, slightly embarrassed.

Kenma rolled his eyes at his friend's words. "You never had one."

He went to the dorm first, and Kuroo followed him, saying that he was wrong.

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Hinata woke up from the heat. Barely getting up, he was breathing heavily, his head was spinning a bit, and there was a dull pain in his lower abdomen along with arousal.

Getting out of bed, he quickly approached the wardrobe, feeling for the blockers, took one pill, and immediately headed to the kitchen to swallow it. His inner omega was constantly restless, searching for an alpha to help him, but realizing there was no one nearby, he started to feel worse and scared for reasons he couldn’t understand.

Sitting down at the kitchen table, he sighed heavily, closing his eyes. It was becoming harder to cope with his heat. Biting his lower lip, he understood that this would be his reality from now on. Remembering that the scent of an alpha could help, he immediately went to his room and threw the alpha's clothes on the bed from the bag.

Climbing into the middle of the bed, he laid the clothes next to him, inhaling deeply each time, almost feeling the presence of Kuroo, Kenma, and even Yaku. His inner omega started to calm down, curling up, happily purring, and began to fall asleep.

No longer feeling the strange anxiety, Shoyo didn't notice when he started nodding off and eventually fell asleep.

He slept all the way until six in the evening.

He made the last ramen and ate it quietly, humming something under his breath.

"Right, today ‘Nekoma’ is playing against ‘Fukurodani.’ I wonder how Karasuno is doing without me…" Picking at the noodles with chopsticks, he started thinking about how they were probably playing right now, how Tsukishima was his usual sarcastic self, looking at Kageyama, who, in turn, was trying to hold himself back, while Yamaguchi stood off to the side, giggling at them.

Shoyo didn’t notice how he started smiling at the thought of them. It made him feel a bit sad, and he realized it had only been three days since he was here.

Finishing the ramen, he threw the empty package away. Realizing there was no more food, he thought it might be a good idea to go to the store again. At first, he thought about asking someone to buy it for him and bring it back.

Thinking about it for about twenty minutes, he realized it would be better not to bother anyone, so he sprayed himself with perfume and put on his windbreaker.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he opened the door and stepped into the corridor.

On the floor, students sometimes passed by, not really noticing him. So, calming down a bit, he made his way downstairs to the academy's exit.

It was cool outside, the wind tousling his hair, making his red hair even messier.

He quickly reached the store and bought the same things as last time. However, the line was long, and he only left when it was almost dark.

Clutching the bag tighter in his hand, he suddenly smelled something strange. Shoyo covered his nose, realizing that the smell was too sickeningly sweet—it made him want to throw up right away.

A sharp, dull pain shot through his lower abdomen, making him clutch his stomach and groan in pain.

The strange smell wouldn't go away, so Hinata quickly made his way to the first alley, set the bag down on the ground, leaning his back against the cold wall. Breathing heavily, he started to cough, almost choking.

After a moment, he calmed down and closed his eyes, but then quickly opened them again when someone approached him and grabbed his shoulder, pressing down slightly.

Trying not to hiss in pain, he looked at the person, realizing he had seen him before.

"Well, well, who walks around in such a state near a store?" The person stared intently at him. "Wait, stop, you're from our academy, aren't you?"

It was Daisho, whom he had seen just yesterday.

He immediately removed his hand. The look on his face clearly showed that he was very displeased, and when his pheromones turned bitter, Shoyo covered his mouth and nose with his hand. The bitter ginger scent made his throat dry out so much that tears started to form in his eyes.

" Huh? What's wrong with you, kid? "He tensed at first, and then the sour smell of bitter tangerine hit his nose, the guy in front of him licked and came too close, forcibly removing his hands, squeezing them and nuzzling his nose into his neck, which made Shouyo hiss and immediately pulled away, his body shaking, he couldn't stand on his feet properly.

"Come on, what are you, an omega? You're also human? How did you even get into our academy? " he grinned and licked again, his eyes darkening, his pheromone growing even more, causing Shouyo to cough again, almost bending over in pain all over his body. His inner omega was raring to rip his throat out if he came near him, but due to the weakness in his body, there was nothing he could do.

" Don't you dare approach," Shouyo clenched his jaw, holding his stomach and glaring at the alpha in front of him, seeing him only smirk even more and start to approach, he stepped back sharply, trying to get away.

"Where are you going, huh? " Daisho grabbed his arm, purposely putting pressure on it, and pulled him towards him, trying to hug him, but Shouyo didn't let him do that and immediately punched him in the face, the punch was good enough, only he couldn't get out and run away.

Daisho immediately brought him down to the ground, holding both of his arms behind his back with one hand and pressing his back with his knee, barely a crunch was heard, realizing that the man didn't really care what he was doing.

Shouyo began to twitch and scream, speech was incomprehensible due to the tears that flowed into his mouth, beginning to choke even more. Daisho began to quickly pull his pants off the boy and himself.

Hinata, rising sharply, slapped the back of his head on the guy's nose. That made him hiss, holding his nose, which was already bleeding.

" What kind of bitch did I get. Shut up and don't move if you don't want to get hurt," he put his hand over Shoyo's mouth, digging his fingernails into his cheek, which only made him scream louder, but he couldn't hear much from behind his hand.

Daisho got tired of him kicking so he lifted him up, pushing his face into the wall, holding his mouth with his other hand as well, small streaks of blood running down his cheeks.

Pulling down his briefs, he didn't feel like stretching or anything else on the guy, so he wanted in right away.

" Now, boy, clench your teeth," he smirked and put the head at the entrance, Shoyo, feeling it, started to scream again and tried to pull away, but Daisho growled with his other hand and grabbed his thigh, pressing, which made a trickle of blood run down his thigh.

" What a fucking moron. I told you..." He couldn't finish, because someone behind him hit him on the head, throwing him against another wall, knocking him against the wall with a thud.

Hinata immediately crawled away, starting to breathe heavily, still gasping for breath because of the tears, his cheek and thigh just impossibly baked.

" Shoyo! God damn it," Hinata pulled his pants up with one hand, raising his gaze to what appeared to be Kuroo. The man looked fucking angry, but his gaze softened, seeing the way Shouyo looked at him.

"Kuroo-san...I..." the words froze in his throat due to coughing, Kuroo immediately walked over to the guy and took the guy in his arms, throwing his cloak over him.

Only now did the red-haired man notice a guy he hadn't seen yet, he, like Kuroo, was angry about something and in complete shock as he looked at Shouyo.

As it turned out, it was Bokuto.

" Please support him for a couple minutes," Shoyo tensed up and immediately almost flew off Kuroo's hands.

" I can do it myself for now," Shoyo wanted to take a step, but the pain in his hip prevented him from doing so, and he hissed, almost falling, Bokuto immediately picking him up.

Holding him by his shoulders, he bit his lip, seeing how this guy looked now. Logical though, he had almost been raped in an alleyway.

Those thoughts made him flinch.

Kuroo's face changed and walked over to Daisho, who had already stood up a bit, looking at them. Kuroo stopped him from standing up, and immediately kicked him in the stomach with all his might.

" What the fuck are you doing? You just got a second chance, and you decided to rape a strange omega? " The guy couldn't answer as he immediately passed out.

Kuroo looked at him and spat in his face, turning back to Bokuto and Shoyo.

Hinata tensed up, seeing him walk over, not saying anything, he took a step towards him, immediately finding himself in his arms.

Kuroo felt Shoyo shivering and sniffing her nose after a couple minutes, holding back tears.

" Don't hold back now," Tetsuro closed his eyes and placed a hand on his head, stroking it a little. And with his other hand, he gently held his back so he wouldn't suddenly fall over.

Hinata didn't hold back any more tears and just sobbed, resting his head against Kuroo's shoulder.

Bokuto didn't ask any questions, he just quietly walked over to the guy and put a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him a little too.

He didn't know who it was, didn't know why Kuroo knew him. The black-haired man was thankful his friend hadn't asked anything unnecessary yet.

Hina calmed down after about twenty minutes, letting out a heavy sigh one last time, swaying on his feet, and slightly pulling away from Kuroo. Bokuto immediately withdrew his hand.

"How did you guys end up here?" — The guy's voice was hoarse and quiet. Kuroo glanced at his named bro.

"It was him who caught your pheromones near the store, and we ran here right away."

Kuroo pointed at Bokuto, who was blinking rapidly while looking at Shōyō.

"Oh… thanks, if it weren't for you two, he would have really…" — Shōyō couldn't finish his sentence, swallowing the lump in his throat. Then he heard a sniffle from the side.

He lifted his gaze and saw that the strange guy was standing there, crying.

"You… you… damn, it's even making me feel bad," — The guy approached Shōyō and hugged him, crying even harder.

Hina was left speechless, looking between the guy and Kuroo.

Kuroo just sighed heavily.

"Bokuto, he's already having a hard time, don't push him. Sorry, Shōyō, he can be… sensitive."

Shōyō gave a small smile, hugging Bokuto.

"It's alright, he didn’t do anything. I’m almost okay, if you don’t count my cheek and leg," — Bokuto pulled away from Shōyō and looked at his cheeks, where there were small scratches from nails.

"What a bastard that Daisho," — Kotaro muttered through gritted teeth.

"Let’s carry you to the dorm, it’ll be better to talk there properly."

Kuroo approached the guys and lifted Shōyō into his arms. He let out a small gasp and grabbed Kuroo's neck.

They walked to the dorm in silence, with other students casting strange glances at them.

The door to Shōyō's dorm was left open, he had forgotten to close it properly.

"Guess it’s dumb to ask how you’re feeling?" — Kuroo sat Shōyō on the couch and moved a bit farther away, since Daisho might have made him fear them even more now.

Bokuto also shifted a bit on the other side.

Shōyō bit his lip. What had almost happened to him back then was, yeah, incredibly scary, but he subconsciously wanted to be hugged, even though asking for it would be strange.

"Honestly, I feel much better. I can’t imagine what would have happened if you hadn’t made it in time," — he lowered his head and closed his eyes, remembering that his thigh and cheek were still injured. He started to get up, and the guys immediately became alert.

"Shōyō, where are you going?"

"To treat my wounds. They're not too serious, but they hurt like hell…"

Kuroo stopped him, making him sit back down, and asked where the first aid kit was.

Hina pointed to the bathroom, and Kuroo quickly disappeared to search for it.

An awkward silence fell over Shōyō and Kotaro.

"Strange, isn’t it? How we met," — Bokuto was the first to break the silence.

Shōyō smiled a bit. This guy seemed nice.

"Very strange. And what team are you from?"

Bokuto blushed slightly and looked away.

"Don’t worry about the 'you'. I’m not that much older. I’m from 'Fukurōdani'. And you’re from 'Karasuno', right?" — Shōyō nodded in response to the guy's question.

"So, how was your match today against 'Nekoma'?"

Bokuto understood that Shōyō didn’t want to talk about what had just happened. Smiling, he decided not to press, especially if he didn’t want to.

"We won, but it was a miracle. My bro was still mad at me after the game."

"Bro? You mean Kuroo-san?"

"What about Kuroo-san?"

The named guy returned with hydrogen peroxide, green stuff, and band-aids.

Shōyō swallowed hard when he saw the green liquid in Kuroo’s hands.

"I think the green stuff isn’t necessary here, honestly," — Shōyō smiled crookedly, hoping they wouldn’t use it.

Kuroo, seeing the fear in Shōyō’s eyes because of the green stuff, was initially surprised but then smiled.

"Well, we won’t use it on your cheek. But your leg definitely needs it. Who knows what that bastard had under his nails."

Remembering Daisho, Kuroo’s face shifted, and his pheromone turned bitter.

"Kuroo-san, I do love your pheromones, but you really shouldn’t be so angry right now," — Shōyō smiled, realizing that from the people he respected or considered friends, he didn’t feel the urge to vomit or suffocate.

"Sorry, Shōyō-kun. So, where’s the wound?"

Shōyō slightly lifted and pulled down his pants, lifting his shirt. He pointed at five wounds, still slightly bleeding.

He wasn’t too worried about exposing himself right now; he knew Kuroo well enough, but Bokuto, not so much, although he really did seem nice.

Bokuto turned his head, his cheeks slightly reddening, but he didn’t say a word or look where he shouldn’t.

Kuroo hummed and, kneeling, gently seated Shōyō back, starting to treat the wounds with hydrogen peroxide. Shōyō squirmed a little but tried not to make a sound. When Kuroo was done, he exhaled, only to see Kuroo dip a cotton swab into the green stuff.

"Kuroo-san, honestly, it’s not necessary…"

"Don’t worry, I’ll blow on it while he’s applying it!" — Bokuto also knelt down and smiled.

"Really? Oh my god…" — Shōyō covered his face with his hands, starting to blush. There were two alphas kneeling in front of him: one was applying the green stuff, and the other would blow on it to make it hurt less. They’d really come this far.

Shōyō started hissing when Kuroo began applying the green stuff. And Bokuto really was sitting there, blowing on the wound.

"Well, all done," — Kuroo capped the bottle and tossed the cotton swab away.

"Hooray," — He immediately put Shōyō’s pants back on. There was still the cheek left.

Bokuto sat next to him and watched as Kuroo quickly treated the three small scratches on his cheek and bandaged them.

After that, they both sat on the couch in silence for about ten minutes. Shōyō was thinking about how Daisho was still at the academy. He was sure Daisho would tell everyone, and it was scary. But deep down, he understood that now he could rely on them and the others.

"We’ll go to the principal tomorrow and tell him everything. There’s still a chance he’ll expel him," — Kuroo spoke confidently. Bokuto nodded, agreeing.

"I think we should go to our dorms, Shōyō. If something happens, or if you want to go to the store or somewhere else, message me or Kenma, or anyone else," — Kuroo squeezed his hand. "I don’t want something like this to happen again, we’ll help in any way we can."

Shōyō nodded, looking at Kuroo. Bokuto stood up and handed his phone to Hina. It just had a number, probably his.

"I’ll help too if anything. Bokuto Kotaro at your service," — He smiled, making Shōyō’s heart feel warmer. He tried to suppress his embarrassment and quickly saved the number. Bokuto took his phone back, sending a simple smiley so Shōyō would have his contact.

"See you, Shōyō. Next time, we need to talk properly and get to know each other."

"Bro, go already, he needs to sleep."

Kuroo pulled Bokuto out, saying goodbye to Shōyō. They left.

Shōyō immediately closed the door and went to his room. He collapsed face-first into the bed, letting out a heavy sigh. After just a couple of hours, being with them had made him feel so much better. Even if he had somehow managed to run away from Daisho, he would’ve still been recovering for a while. He probably realized that now he could rely on them, and the others too.

If Daisho had actually done what he wanted, he himself wouldn't know how disgusted he would be with his own body. He would have just hated himself, he would have closed off even more, or maybe even done something worse...

Biting his lip, he started shaking his head, trying not to think about it.

Kuroo and Bokuto, as soon as they left, began heading downstairs. Kuroo stopped and pulled out his phone, starting to type something.

"Bro, what's up?"

Kuroo showed him a chat for the academy's upper management, with a message telling everyone to arrive early at the biology classroom because it would be free the entire day tomorrow, and they'd have a meeting there.

"And how do you plan on telling them all?"

Kuroo thought for a moment and shrugged.

"What do you think, will many of them accept Shouyo? Though half of them already know about him."

"Really? Wow. And I found out almost last."

As they walked downstairs, Kuroo told him about Shouyo, why he was here, and how he was allowed in, who already knew about him. He talked about yesterday, when they found out from the principal about the omegas who were specifically brought in to continue the clan bloodlines. And about everything that had happened here in such a short amount of time.

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In the morning, Shouyou felt strange.

He knew that Daisho wouldn’t just lay low after this. Maybe he would even want to find him? That makes sense. But the chances were slim.

For a couple of hours, he just lay there, hugging the guys’ belongings, thinking deeply about what to do. Of course, he was sure that Kuroo, Bokuto, Kenma, and the others would be able to help. But what if Daisho caught him before he could contact them somehow? Or what if he found him and started blackmailing him?

"Ah, this is so hard," Shouyou hit the pillow with his hand and, letting out a heavy sigh, turned onto his back.

A couple of minutes later, he sat up.

There was only one thing on his mind:

"This can’t go on, I need to be able to stand up for myself."

He started pacing through the rooms, thinking what could help against strong alphas and vampires. Well, he wasn’t going to shove garlic in their mouths or a stake through their hearts. The idea sounded good, but the chances were small.

Sitting in the kitchen for half an hour, he stared at the damn frying pan! Who, after getting hit with a frying pan, remained functional? That’s right, no one.

He couldn’t carry a frying pan around the academy, so it was only useful if Daisho really found out where he lived. But what he would do in the future if such alphas came again, he didn’t know.

Another problem was that alphas could use their pheromones to bring an omega to their knees. Remembering this, Shouyou clicked his tongue. He was powerless in that situation.

While Hinata was sitting and thinking about what to do with Daisho, the others were already having a meeting in the morning, as Kuroo had asked.

The slightly sleepy alphas sat and waited for Kuroo, who had summoned them, but was nowhere to be found.

"Where the hell is he? I’d rather be sleeping," Atsumu yawned, crossing his arms over his chest, showing his dissatisfaction. Osamu, sitting next to him, just rolled his eyes at his brother's antics.

If you looked around, everyone who was supposed to be there was sitting in the office. Oh, wait, Daichi, Yamaguchi, and somehow Nishinoya and Asahi were also there… Some were sitting on the balcony playing video games, some had taken a whole desk and were lying half on it, while others were calmly sitting on chairs or standing and waiting.

Finally, Kuroo decided to show up.

"Sorry, I overslept."

He scratched his head, feeling genuinely guilty.

Some were upset, but then quieted down. Of course, they were really curious about what he had to say, especially about Daisho.

"I think everyone understands that we’re here because of Daisho. I won’t go into details, but we need to get rid of him, not letting him get anywhere near the academy."

"So, he did something again. But you don’t want to talk about it?" Suna, who had taken up a whole desk, looked at Kuroo curiously. He was interested in why Kuroo wasn’t saying anything.

Kuroo nodded. He just didn’t know how to say anything about it.

"One thing is to get rid of him, but we don’t even have any proof," Tsukishima tensed, realizing something was off. When he noticed that everyone was looking at him suspiciously, he said nothing more. Something wasn’t right here.

Kuroo tensed, squeezing his hand. What, was he supposed to just turn on a camera and film Daisho assaulting Shouyou? If Tsuki were in his place, he would have run to save him, forgetting all about proof.

Bokuto, who was standing next to his friend, thought almost the same. He didn’t know how to explain it without involving Shouyou, especially since so many knew about him. That would be a mess, but he needed to give Hinata time.

"I couldn’t, I saw it, but I couldn’t film anything."

"Did he drink someone’s blood again?" Lev tried to understand exactly why Kuroo didn’t want to speak plainly.

"No. Maybe he wanted to, though," Kuroo realized he had said both too much and too little.

"I don’t get it. So, what did he do? Can you—"

The opening door cut off Tooru. He even frowned, looking at the guy who ran in, probably in a hurry, as he didn’t look too good.

"E-excuse me… Daisho’s breaking someone’s door down, I decided to tell you, because you’re here…"

"What? Who’s he breaking down the door for?" Bokuto, like Kuroo, looked alarmed.

Some tensed up, thinking the same thing.

"It’s the dorm on the top floor… I didn’t even know… and…"

The guy didn’t manage to finish his sentence before half of the upper guys ran off. The others stood still, confused, but then ran after them.

On the top floor, many students had gathered in front of Shouyou’s door, but no one was getting close.

The door was slightly broken, specifically the lock, and Kuroo was the first to open it, even though he had already pulled Daisho off of Shouyou. But then, everyone stopped, staring at the strange scene. The other guys who had come last also stood there, not understanding.

Shouyou stood with a frying pan in his hands, holding it with both hands, and although he probably already wanted to hit Daisho over the head, Daisho, in turn, was sitting on the floor, looking first at the psycho and then at the other alphas.

When he saw that the whole upper crowd was there, he smiled triumphantly.

"How the hell do you keep this psycho demon in the academy? Honestly, I’m never looking at these omegas and people again. Just get me out of—" a loud hit with the frying pan knocked Daisho out. He fell to the floor, but he was still alive.

Shouyou’s face was blank. He stared silently at the body for a few minutes, then suddenly approached Daisho and kicked him in the stomach.

"And all that big crowd fell face-first into the dirt…" Shouyou muttered, sighing heavily, then sharply looked up at the others.

He knelt beside Daisho, grabbed his leg, and started dragging him out of the room. Two unfamiliar guys were standing by the door, and in the middle—Oikawa.

"Move. Or you’re next," he pointed at Daisho, and Oikawa immediately stepped aside, letting him pass.

Probably, Hinata was the only one who could so easily clear the way for the higher-ranking alphas. He would probably apologize to all of them later. But for now, he was dragging Daisho down the stairs to the principal’s office.

"Maybe we should have told him we have an elevator?" Kenma, who, like the others, stood in silence and was still in shock, asked.

"I don’t think Daisho deserves that."

— "Shou-chan is a little angry today," — Oikawa seemed unusually embarrassed, recalling Shouyo's angry look and voice as he ordered him to step back. Did he actually like it?..

— "Do you fucking know him?" — Atsumu, like those who didn't know Shouyo, couldn't say a word. But everyone knew for sure, he's an omega, and now he's dragging an alpha up the stairs, banging his head against the same steps.

— "Oh, yeah, he's crazy, but he's mine," — Kuroo smirked triumphantly, looking at Shouyo's back.

Some looked at Kuroo with jealousy, or maybe as if he were an idiot.

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What else could one think when a pissed-off human omega walks in, dragging a completely unconscious vampire alpha by the leg?

Right, he deserved it!

That’s exactly what the principal thought when he saw Shouyou with Daisho, who was immediately dropped by Hinata onto the floor.

"I’m really curious about what he did."

Shouyou bit his lip, it was a bit hard for him to even recall what he had planned to do. The principal, seeing how Shouyou’s face had slightly changed, understood that Daisho had really messed up.

"He tried to... rape me... you probably won’t believe it, it might sound absurd or..."

"Shouyou, calm down. Sit here," the principal gestured to a chair next to him, waiting for the boy to stop trembling from the memories. He wasn’t in a hurry, just waiting.

It was certainly strange; just moments ago, this boy had dragged in a guy twice his size, both in height and status.

Shouyou, calming down, sat on the chair and told everything that happened yesterday, trying to keep himself together.

The principal tightened his jaw with every sentence. This wasn’t what he had taught Daisho. Although, what could he expect from a boy whose new mother changed more often than he probably slept?

"Sorry for not keeping a better eye on my students. I’ll talk to his parents, and he won’t be studying here anymore."

At first, Shouyou couldn’t believe his ears. But it was real, he just lowered his head to the floor and cried, just cried. He couldn’t stop himself. He was angry at Daisho, but he never imagined something like this could happen to him. After yesterday, all he thought about was revenge and getting him expelled. But after doing that, something heavy and incomprehensible stayed in his heart, maybe even a bit of a disgusting feeling.

"Oh, don’t cry too much, look, you were the one who took him down, right?" The principal approached the boy, hugging him and gently patting his back. Shouyou nodded at the question, still crying. "See, you’re a very smart and strong omega, now it’ll be easier," he gave him a reassuring pat on the back, then stepped back, looking at Daisho.

"Thank you. I’ll go to my room then."

The principal smiled and nodded at him, bidding him goodbye.

As Shouyou left the office, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.

Turning it on, he saw a couple of messages from Kuroo.

Kuroo @tetsuu:

I’ve gotten everyone away from your room, no questions, nothing will go unnoticed.

I’ll have to tell them everything.

○9:23

Shouyou tensed up; it was clear that he’d have to tell the others everything. But at least he was glad they left; he couldn’t handle being around so many alphas, especially when his heat hadn’t passed yet.

Hinata @shooyo:

Okay, Kuroo-san, thanks for getting them out of the way.

If possible, don’t tell them about the omegas that used to study here, or why they were here in the first place.

○9:25

Kuroo quickly viewed the message and sent a sticker showing a thumbs-up.

Unconsciously, he smiled, turning off his phone with a sigh and started heading up to the top floor.

Noticing the curious glances from other students, they didn’t dare get too close. Maybe it was because of Kuroo, though there could be others involved here.

By the time he reached the door, he’d forgotten that the lock was broken—he could only close the door, but it couldn’t be locked properly.

Entering the room and closing the door, he slid down the door, holding his head in his hands. He just wanted to lie down and think it through. After standing up, he went to the bed and collapsed, hugging the pillow, burying his head in it.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t even notice when he started thinking about what would happen to him after the others at the top found out about him.

He saw every gaze, they were silent, just staring at him, the way Oikawa looked at him when he didn’t just ask him to move but ordered him. Oh, and even Sakusa, who stood further away, seemed to burn through him more than the others.

That’s how he fell asleep, hugging the pillow tightly.

If there’s no alpha around to help with the heat, omegas often just sleep, losing all their energy, making even eating difficult, and dealing with arousal either in the morning or at night.

---

Kuroo knew there was no point in waiting or searching for Shouyou. Especially since his heat wasn’t over yet.

"I think some of you want to know what’s really going on, right?" Kuroo’s question was met with nods from everyone, even those who knew the omega. Oh, of course, no one knew about yesterday’s incident.

"Alright. Then let’s go back downstairs, to the biology office. I’ll explain."

"Can’t we do it here? Maybe we should wait for that guy, he should explain, right?" Suna was almost at the back of the group. At his question, many stopped, looking at him.

"No. It’s too dangerous for him to be near so many alphas in one room right now."

Gritting his teeth, Tsukishima tried to explain calmly, hoping everyone would understand without further questions.

Seeing that no one else spoke up, he moved forward, now leading the group.

He was also very curious. Kuroo had left something out earlier, meaning something happened to Shouyou because of Daisho. It wasn’t just that he hit him on the head with a frying pan for no reason.

Recalling that moment, a chill ran down his spine. He wouldn’t want to be in that snake’s place.

Opening the door, he entered first and stood by the window.

Once everyone was inside, Kuroo wanted to start in a softer way. But he was interrupted by Atsumu:

"Wait, if we understood this right, this ginger is an omega, and a human, right?"

At his question, half the alphas nodded.

"And those who just nodded, they knew this perfectly well."

The same guys nodded again. Why was he even asking these questions?

"Then I was right!" Atsumu said, but everyone just looked at him in confusion.

"Idiot, now’s not the time to be happy. What the hell are you even happy about?"

Atsumu frowned, turning to his brother.

"Wait. You knew about Shouyou?" Atsumu shifted his gaze to Kuroo, nodding slowly, and then began shaking his head in denial.

"It’s a tough case. Not too long ago, we passed by the second-year class at Karasuno. And Tanaka started loudly talking about how they have an omega studying there," Osamu quickly interrupted his brother, since he wasn’t explaining properly.

Nishinoya, recalling that day, quietly gasped, feeling the intense stares from his allies. He lowered his head a bit. He had told Tanaka not to shout like an idiot!

"But after we started picking up the omega’s scent, we thought Tanaka might not have known for sure. So we just forgot about it," Atsumu calmly explained, looking directly at Kuroo.

But Kuroo himself was feeling both relieved and not. So, they had been searching for an omega, but since he used to be defective, finding him was practically impossible, and he had been using suppressants.

"Alright, enough with that. So Daisho did something to this guy?"

Now everyone was interested. Those who knew him before tensed up even more, their insides twisting as they realized he really could have done something to the Karasuno bait.

"Yesterday, me and my bro were heading to the store after practice. And I smelled pheromones from both Daisho and Shouyou. Kuroo immediately ran where I said the smell was coming from. I only really met him yesterday..." Bokuuto bit his lip, recalling the events of yesterday.

"You’re saying it was worse than him wanting to drink his blood?" Akaashi, who had been silent until then, suddenly spoke, scaring Kenma, who was sitting next to him. Kenma was already on edge, hoping nothing had happened to Shouyou, although everything had been leading to this.

— "It seems pretty clear what he wanted to do with the omega in the alley, and if it’s not about drinking blood, then there’s only one other thing left," Kitta said, sitting quietly just like Akaashi. There was no real reason for him to worry about the omega, but the thought of what Daisho could have actually done to the redhead was disgusting. Maybe the guy was high? But it’s unlikely; he could have done it without that.

There was silence in the office. This silence led many to think the wrong thing. Surprisingly, Kageyama was the first to speak up.

— "You really want to say he raped Hinata?!"

Kuroo and Bokuto snapped back to reality, realizing they had only confused everyone more.

— "No! We arrived in time and saved him, but the point is that this bastard was halfway there, and Shouyou still has injuries from him."

Suga clenched his jaw as he listened to Kuroo. He couldn’t help the guy; he didn’t even know something like this could happen.

— "Well, good that it didn’t happen," Kitta rubbed his eyes, realizing the weight of the whole situation. "But I think Hinata... uh, dragged Daisho straight to the principal."

Many thought about his words, but it made sense — he didn’t just toss him out onto the street.

The guys talked a bit more before starting to leave, and from the looks on the faces of Karasuno and a few others, it was clear it was best not to approach the redhead right now.

— "How did you manage that, Bokuto-san?"

Akaashi had stepped aside to talk to his mom on the phone for half an hour, and his captain had disappeared with the captain of "Nekoma," and then it turned out they were saving an omega, and even a person from Karasuno.

Bokuto just scratched his head, saying he didn’t even know.

Surprisingly, besides "Karasuno," "Nekoma," and "Aobajousai," Tendou and Ushijima also stayed for a while. And also Sakusa.

Iwaizumi tried to find out from Oikawa how he figured out the tenth was an omega.

— "This might hit Shouyou pretty hard," Tendou stood near the others and sighed heavily, seeing how the guy’s personality had already changed so much, but after what Daisho did, it could be even harder for him to just be friends with him.

— "He looked both angry and upset when he dragged Daisho," Lev was walking around "Nekoma" and mumbling something about Shouyou, who probably was the last to realize Shouyou was an omega, until they told him for sure.

— "We’ll help him recover, but you all stay away from him," Suga was the first to leave, not even looking back. He said what he wanted. What Hinata needed now was to recover after what happened, plus his studies and training; he needed to focus on that. If others kept pushing him, it would be bad.

— "In some ways, Suga-san is right," Kageyama shrugged, watching Kuroo fume with anger.

He was the one who saved Shouyou! He calmed him down! And now they won’t even let him approach him?

Hell no, Shouyou probably needs him more than anyone else. Maybe it’s selfish, but he thinks it’s the opposite.

— "As you say," Kuroo turned his head in the other direction, but everyone from "Nekoma" could tell their captain was lying; it was obvious he was going to see the omega, even if they forbid it. They found someone to forbid.

After that, everyone dispersed, remembering that they were supposed to be studying.

Chapter Text

In the large mansion of the Tokyo clan leaders, it was too quiet. The only sounds were the soft footsteps heading toward the laboratory of one of the leaders, which belonged to Suna.

He had just left for a mission today, although many of the other leaders were also away on assignments.

Tendo had been trying to sneak into his laboratory for a while, but Suna always snapped at him, forbidding him, Kuroo, Bokuto, Atsumu, and Oikawa from entering. They might break something or cause trouble.

Now, however, the perfect opportunity had arisen. Since Suna was on a mission, Tendo had been left to watch the kids. Well, to put it more simply, Katsu didn’t trust him to watch Rika, so he stayed with her in her room.

But Toshi and Shin were "on board" to hang out with Tendo.

"I think if Dad Rintaro finds out we were here, he’ll bury us in this laboratory..." Shin didn’t like the idea at all, but his brother and Tendo were quite excited about it.

"It’ll be fine," Toshi slapped his brother on the back, causing Shin to grunt and swipe a hand at his brother’s neck.

It really annoyed Shin that Toshi looked so much like their father, Tetsuro.

"Quiet down," Tendo turned to the boys and put a finger to his lips.

The boys nodded.

"But why do we have to be quiet? Everyone’s gone," Toshi asked.

The three of them entered the laboratory and started looking around. The large room was filled with all sorts of things—test tubes and strange objects everywhere.

Tendo, looking at all this, scoffed and crossed his arms. Suna was hiding all this boredom from them?

"Toshi, Mom’s home, so we should be quieter," Tendo said.

Toshi paused, picking up some vials and inspecting them.

"I thought she was on the mission with Dad?" Tendo took the vials from Toshi and placed them back where they belonged. Toshi puffed his cheeks and muttered, "I thought she was on a mission too."

"Your mom, if you didn’t forget, is expecting another little one," Tendo smiled, seeing how Toshi blushed in embarrassment.

Oh, and after they had taken their parents’ places, they really managed to end the clan rivalry. A couple of rules were also lifted; their children could address them informally, not by their last names.

"What could he be hiding here...?" Tendo paced around the shelves, still puzzled. Shin kept an eye on his brother, not wanting him to break anything. He didn’t want Dad Rintaro to get mad at them... Toshi was supposed to be the oldest of them all. He was three years older than Shin, but it felt like the opposite. Plus, Shin was an omega, while Toshi was a careless alpha! What was going on...

"Alright, nothing interesting. Let’s head back," Tendo turned to the boys, signaling to move carefully.

"Dad Suna is boring... I thought there’d be... ow," Toshi, walking backward, didn’t see a strange cabinet and bumped into it. Something fell from the top, and smoke began to pour from the object.

"Damn it, Toshi, Shin, close your nose and mouth, quick."

Tendo rushed to them and tried to lead them out of the room, but by then, they had all inhaled the smoke and collapsed near the laboratory door.

---

Later...

Opening his eyes, Tendo propped himself up, coughing and realizing he wasn’t in the laboratory anymore. He started looking for the boys. Seeing them lying nearby, he was somewhat relieved, but not for long.

Fully standing up, he realized they weren’t even at home, but in some hallway.

Tendo began waking the boys, looking around and recognizing the familiar offices.

"Did we die...?" Toshi was the first to wake up. He grabbed his head, groaned, and sat up.

"No... I don’t think so," Shin also sat up and rubbed his eyes, confused about where they were.

There was no one around. It was eerily quiet. Tendo helped the boys up, and only then did he realize they were in his old academy.

"Pa... where are we?" Grabbing Tendo’s sleeve, Shin, still trembling, tried to recall where they were.

Satori knelt down to Shin and lifted him into his arms. Shin started shouting, saying he wasn’t a little kid, and blushing either from anger or embarrassment.

"We’re, I think, in my old academy..." Tendo muttered and offered his hand to the older boy. Shin snorted and started walking ahead, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Shin immediately jumped down from Tendo’s arms, almost falling but managing to stay on his feet, and walked ahead too.

"You’re so independent, you’re breaking your favorite dad’s heart..." Tendo dramatically pressed his hand to his chest. The boys just snorted at his words.

Toshi definitely didn’t want to offer him his hand, but it was different with his brother. They might fight often, but in a situation like this, they should stick together.

Shin took his hand without saying anything.

Tendo was about to say something again, but he saw a man stop and stare at them. At first, the man looked at the children, confused, not understanding where they were from, as it was difficult for outsiders to get here. Then, he looked at the man next to them with interest, recognizing those facial features from somewhere…

At thirty-one, Tendo was as handsome as ever. His hair was no longer styled in the same odd way, after Shoyo had tried to style it by hand, but it didn't work, and he sulked. So now, Tendo just did a small styling.

"Oh, Director Takemoto. You haven’t changed much," Tendo smirked, waving at him.

The director's eye twitched. He recognized that voice out of a thousand.

---

In the director's office, two boys were sitting, admiring everything around them.

Takemoto sighed heavily and pointed his finger at the children.

"Whose... kids are these?" Tendo grunted and smirked, turning the chair where Toshi was sitting toward the director.

"Guess."

Toshi rolled his eyes at his dad’s "weird games." He often checked new people hired by his fathers just out of boredom.

Takemoto frowned. He couldn't even understand how Tendo was the adult here. And now these riddles? He hadn't changed a bit.

"Well, he looks like Kuroo, I guess, but it's hard to tell who the second parent is…"

Toshi frowned and snorted, crossing his arms and turning his head away, puffing out his cheeks. It wasn’t his fault he looked so much like his dad.

"Ah... I see, from Hinata, right?" The director smiled, realizing that Toshi’s slight sensitivity came from Shoyo.

Toshi was even a little surprised at how quickly he figured it out.

"Yeah. Toshi looks way too much like that cat," Tendo smiled, patting Toshi's hair, but he started hissing and trying to move his hand away.

"Well, dad… my hair looks like a mess already."

"If Toshi is from Kuroo and Shoyo, why does he call you ‘dad’?"

Satori finally took his hand away. Toshi smiled victoriously, sitting properly.

"Well, I think it's pretty clear why. If you didn’t get it, Shoyo has more than one husband."

The director sighed heavily. Was he going to keep guessing his husbands now?

"I won’t say who else, besides me, Tetsuro, and Shin’s father," Takemoto was initially surprised that he called Kuroo by his first name. But later, he realized that they must be close, which made him smile a bit.

"And who’s this one from?" The director looked at the unusually quiet Shin, who Tendo and Toshi even thought might have fallen asleep. He was only this quiet when he was asleep.

"I'm not 'this one,' I have a name," Shin snorted, seeing the slight shock on the man’s face.

"Shin from Yaku, perhaps?" Tendo chuckled. It wasn’t the first time people had confused Shin’s father, and when he started getting angry, it made it even more hilarious.

"No! That... that’s not it, I actually look a lot like Koshi’s father," he snorted, watching as Tendo could no longer hold back his laughter, and his favorite brother was laughing too.

"Whoa... so Suga is your dad? Unexpected," the director tried not to laugh at the boy’s expression.

"Well, fine, then. So how did you get here?"

Tendo just shrugged. He would have liked to know himself.

"I think I know who to ask," Tendo thought about how to catch Rintaro in the academy without the others noticing.

"You’re not going to tell me, are you?"

He just smiled at the question, nodding.

After saying their goodbyes, the family left the office.

"Alright, stay here for a couple of minutes, I’ll catch Rintaro and come back," he noticed how the kids weakly nodded. "I think you got it, right?"

A grin spread across Tendo's face, making the boys nod like puppets.

After stepping away from them, he walked to what seemed to be the Inarizaki dorm and waited.

It was lucky that Suna was always the first to come out, surprisingly. He looked disheveled and sleepy.

"Ah, just who I needed," Suna opened his eyes, barely avoiding bumping into the strange guy.

Stepping back a couple of steps, he stared at him.

"Tendo?"

"Got it right, know-it-all," Tendo grabbed his hand and led him to the end of the corridor where the kids should be.

---

Reaching the last window, he let go of the guy's hand and clicked his tongue.

"Dammit, I asked you to stand still for a couple of minutes."

Suna stared at the strangely different Tendo. He had changed somehow, maybe he didn’t do that weird hairstyle anymore.

"Why… why do you seem different?"

Satori turned to him and gave Suna a proper look. He looked way too young compared to how he remembered him from the future... Suna, like Shoei, was twenty-nine in their time.

"Rina-chan, well, here’s the thing..."

Suna tensed up.

"Why the hell is he calling me by my name?"

"I'm from the future. No idea how I ended up here, but in the future, I was right before I woke up in your lab..."

After hearing this, Suna realized that the idiot had touched something he shouldn’t have, though it wasn’t even him who touched it.

"Was there some smoke before you passed out?"

Tendo nodded, watching as Suna smiled slightly.

"So, in the future, I managed to do this, haha."

"What?"

"My dad told me that when I become the head of the clan, he’d give me his project where he tried to make a sort of portal to the past."

"And how long will it work?"

"Well, if we're precise, a couple of hours. Maybe three or four."

Satori nodded and clicked his tongue, realizing they needed to find the kids urgently.

"Alright, fine. We need to find our kids now," Suna blinked a couple of times.

"What?"

---

— "Are you trying to say that I’ll have kids?" — The red-haired one tensed up, thinking it was better not to say anything about who the child’s father might be or anything else.

— "M-m, exactly."

The boys both decided to start from the very top floor.

Many who saw Tendo just stared in surprise, not knowing what to say.

— "And whose child is it? What's their name?"

Tendo tensed up. Logically, the person probably thought that one of the boys was actually his child, even though, in the future, all the heads love their children, even if biologically they are only from Kuroo, Sugawara, Sakusa, and Tsukishima. Oh, and from Bokuto too.

— "Well, you'll find out that later, haha," — Rintaro hissed at the words, probably from a future friend, but didn’t say anything else.

They found no one on the sixth floor.

So they decided to go down.

---

— "Shin, should we look for mom?" — Toshi stood by the window, drawing something on it, trying to get rid of the boredom.

— "But Papa Tendo told us to stay here..."

The boy frowned and turned to his brother.

— "So what? We'll just look for her, and if we don't find her, we'll come back," — Shin lowered his head, thinking.

— "Okay... but only if it's quick."

The boy nodded and smiled, taking his brother's hand and quickly going down the stairs to the second floor.

They walked around, peeking into empty classrooms, though sometimes they saw someone sitting at the back of the class.

— "Wait, hold on..." — Shin gently pulled his brother toward him, stopping him.

He looked at him, waiting for what he would say.

— "We shouldn't say whose children we are if we meet someone. Even if we meet mom or dads..." — Toshi frowned, but just nodded.

— "So, if anything... we’re just Papa Tendo's kids. Got it?"

— "What? But I don’t even look like him! And neither do you."

Shin sighed, not understanding why Toshi didn’t want to follow his rules.

— "So what? If we tell them who exactly we’re from, they'll ask too many questions."

Toshi wanted to argue again, but footsteps were heard nearby.

— "Wow. What are the kids doing here?"

Both boys tensed, seeing two fathers in front of them.

They needed to wait for Tendo...

---

"Ha... we're on the same floor again," Tendo started to realize that he had been looking for the kids for so long, who knows what’s going on with them now?

"You can't even imagine where they could have gone?"

Satori thought for a moment. Toshi might have gone to find other fathers, but if Shin was with him, he wouldn’t have let him think that way. Maybe they went to find Shoyo?

"Well, maybe... we need to go to the Karasuno dorm. Maybe they're there."

Suna tensed up, not understanding why they would go to Karasuno. Maybe because of the fact that...

"Because they're crazy about that team. I really don't get them," Satori quickly came up with something, not wanting him to think any further about why they should go there.

"Alright, let's go."

He didn’t really understand why he was also going and searching. Though he was curious about what they looked like.

---

In front of Toshi and Shin stood the curious Miya brothers.

Atsumu was grinning as he looked them over, while Osamu, on the other hand, frowned, not understanding what they were doing there.

"P-... damn it, Shin, that hurts, idiot!" Toshi hissed, jumping on one leg while holding the other.

Shin had just stepped on his foot, realizing that Toshi had wanted to call them "dads"! And all the plans were ruined...

"Sorry... we actually need to go now," the little omega nervously smiled, trying to leave, pulling his brother along by the arm.

"Hold on. Are you lost? Or did you lose someone?" Osamu stopped the kids, not letting them pass.

Shin sighed heavily. He was glad that Samu’s father seemed to care about them here.

"Well, we're looking for Tendo Satori..." Toshi tried to speak calmly, not wanting to say anything else.

"That little monster? Why?" Atsumu stepped closer and stood next to them.

Shin turned his gaze away, unsure how to even say anything...

"Well, we just need to find him..."

Osamu looked at his brother. He nodded, agreeing with him.

"Alright. We’ll find him now."

Toshi, along with his brother, exhaled, feeling relieved. If they find Tendo now, it’ll be easier.

Though they had wanted to find their mom...

— "Wait… first we need to find ma- Ahem. Hinata Shoyo," — Shin almost gave himself away...

— "And why do we need him?.. Never mind, let's go."

***

The guys had just arrived at the Karasuno dormitory.

They stood there for about ten minutes, with Suna confused as to why Tendo was hesitating.

Then the door to the dorm opened, and Tsukishima walked out.

He saw both of them standing at the doorstep, looking quite surprised. He had never even seen Suna and Tendo talking to each other... Wait, hold on, Tendo seemed a bit off, like he had grown taller or his face had changed.

— "What are you doing here?"

Tendo smiled, trying to calm himself down.

— "We're looking for two little kids. Have you seen them by any chance?"

Kei furrowed his brow, wondering where the hell these kids could have come from.

Saying simply, "No," he thought they'd leave right away.

— "Oh. Well, they'll be here soon. Can we sit for a bit?"

Suna and Tsukishima looked at him in surprise.

Just as Suna was about to say "no," Tendo entered first and walked further into the living room.

Suna followed him, apologizing for the intrusion.

— "You're acting kinda weird today."

At Tsukishima's question, Suna only shrugged. How many times would he explain this today?

— "He's from the future," — oh, thank his friend for saying it himself. — "He was with some kids in my future lab, and it turned out they broke something they weren't supposed to."

In the end, he shot a glare at the guy sitting next to him. The guy only scratched the back of his head, giving an apologetic smile. When he goes back, he’s going to get an earful from Rintaro.

— "Whose kids are they?"

Tendo clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. It was obvious, damn it. He almost wanted to answer that way.

— "Mine," — Suna said curtly.

The guys fell silent as Hinata walked out of the room wearing a large t-shirt and knee-length shorts. Tendo smiled upon seeing such a homely Shoyo; they’d often reassured him not to be shy about wearing normal short shorts in front of them. Sometimes, in the mornings, he’d cook for everyone while shirtless and wearing just his shorts, with Riku sitting nearby, laughing at cartoons on the TV, which wasn’t turned up too loud.

Shoyo didn’t particularly like leaving the little one with any of the fun-loving group. That is, with Tendo, Kuroo, Bokuto, Lev, Oikawa, and Atsumu.

He managed to get housework done, keep an eye on the kids, and give love to both them and each of his husbands, staying energetic for every task and still remaining sexy, beautiful, and cheerful after four births.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t notice mini-Shoyo sleepily walking into the bathroom. By the time he realized who he had seen in the living room, he immediately returned, staring at them all in shock.

— "Shoyo-kun, good morning," — Tendo smiled. In the future, of course, he’d hug and kiss him as soon as he saw him, but right now, he couldn’t do anything.

— "You… who are you?" — Shoyo stared at Tendo, his slightly shocked face showing that he really didn’t recognize him...

Even Kei recognized him immediately.

It was painful...

***

Atsumu walked calmly, not rushing, mumbling something to himself.

Osamu walked beside him, trying to shut his brother up.

Toshi and Shin smiled, realizing that their fathers hadn't changed in the future.

Finally, the strange group entered the floor where the "Karasuno" dormitory was located.

There was something unusually loud near the dormitory, and as they approached, they noticed Kuroo and Kenma, who were watching with interest as everyone listened to Tendou.

A little further, Oikawa was sitting, not understanding why there were so many people.

Sugawara and Daichi were surveying everyone with heavy expressions.

Luckily, these were the only ones who had decided to come in.

"Seriously, did Kuroo’s dad really kick him out after he graduated?" Oikawa was almost lying on the floor, gasping for breath from laughter.

"Shut up, idiot!" Kuroo was standing next to him, thinking about how not to kill him already.

Tendou gulped, realizing he hadn't told the whole truth.

Kuroo's parents had found out that his omega was pregnant, kicked him out of the house, and gave them a new almost huge penthouse, especially since they knew that this omega had way too many alphas.

And when many parents saw who their omega was at the wedding, they were in shock for a long time. But they quickly accepted everyone into their families.

You could say that Shouyou ended that rivalry by marrying their sons.

Well, Tendou had left out just a little bit.

"What’s going on here?"

Atsumu was the first to enter, looking at the adult Tendou, and Osamu was also surprised, standing in place.

Oh, right, about Shouyou. He was sitting at the end of the room on a small chair by the table, trying to pull himself together.

Tendou was so beautiful that they just blushed, losing their words while looking at him.

Tendou himself noticed those two, and almost let out a sigh of frustration. He came here hoping to find the kids, not to tell them everything they wanted to hear.

But as soon as he saw Toshi and Shin behind the Miyas, he quickly stood up, walked over to them, and hugged them.

"You guys shouldn’t have moved, I asked you to stay in place."

The boys lowered their heads, realizing how much they had messed up.

The guys in the room fell silent, watching them.

Suna couldn’t even see the kids, and as soon as he stood up, suddenly smoke started filling the room from nowhere.

Everyone started coughing, and when the smoke cleared, there was no sign of the adult Tendou or the kids.

"It feels like some kind of messed up dream..." Shouyou, who had been silent the whole time, spoke up, which scared many. He just kept drinking his tea, ignoring them.

---

The guys woke up, now definitely back at their place.

Tendou was the first to rise, realizing that they weren’t on the floor but on the couch in the living room.

Noticing that Toshi and Shin were already awake, he exhaled, spotting Katsu who was standing and looking at him, holding a sleepy Riku in his arms. Her red wavy hair reminded him so much of Sakusa...

"Tendou."

The adopted one jumped, immediately turning his head. He was met with an angry Shouyou’s gaze.

Tendou didn’t even remember the last time he was called by his surname...

He had really messed up...

— Shōyo! Sun... — Tendō got out of bed and approached the guy.

— Tendō, no. You could have harmed the kids, do you realize that?

Toshi and Shin tensed up; they were also involved in this, after all...

Satori lowered his hands, fully understanding him, as he too had been really worried about the two of them.

— Sorry... I didn’t think it would go like this.

Shōyo bit his lip, turning his head away.

Katsu stood aside, watching them. He hadn't even suspected they could do something like that.

— And you too, you could’ve gotten hurt as well, — tears started welling up in Shōyo’s eyes.

He immediately wanted to approach him, to hug and calm him down. But Shōyo stopped him, stepping back and heading to the second floor.

— Be glad I won’t tell Sune about this.

Tendō sat down on the couch, holding his head.

— Dad… Mom told us not to help you… — Shin pulled Tendō’s hands away from his hair to get his attention. — But we’re also to blame, with Toshi. So let’s go buy something for Mom.

Toshi also approached them and nodded at his brother's words.

— Mom recently said she’d like to sit with one of you tonight, and have one of those home dates you used to have, — Katsu blushed a little, noticing the interested looks from Dad and his brothers.

Tendō immediately approached the boys and hugged them all, trying not to break into tears.

He said, "You guys are such wonderful kids."

— Alright, alright, go now… or you’ll wake Riku up... — Tendō lightly kissed Riku on the forehead before heading back to his room.

— Boys, get dressed, I’ll be here waiting for you.

They nodded and ran to their rooms.

They needed to buy Shōyo’s favorite flowers, order a big sushi set, wine, and his favorite candies...

But that would be later.

Shōyo stood on the second floor, watching everything with tenderness.

As soon as they left, Katsu looked up, saw Shōyo, gave him a thumbs up, and smiled.

Katsu’s plan was a good one.

Of course, he was very worried about them, but they needed to run around.

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The training was going really well. Hinata, just as expected, was running across the court even better than before. It was fun, which made him glow with happiness. When Kageyama finally let him score, Shoyo looked at his reddened palm in excitement after the hit.

"Hinata, again!" Hinata shouted, jumping around near Kageyama. Everyone’s mood lifted, seeing how happy the redhead was.

Kageyama snorted but agreed. He didn’t even notice how the omega had already disappeared and was now near Nishinoya, praising him for his great receives, while Nishinoya blushed and praised him back.

"Ever since he came back, everyone has been playing better," Ennoshita stood next to Narita, watching the others.

"That was noticeable even when he first started playing with us," Narita glanced at him, taking a bottle of water. "He’s a good player and an interesting person overall."

Narita agreed with his words, and they walked back to the others.

The training ended at 8:30 PM. Many were exhausted after just one session. Tsukishima wiped his glasses, glancing at the still-energetic person hovering around Kageyama. Kageyama himself didn’t seem particularly tired either, especially compared to Yamaguchi and Tsukishima.

"You two," as soon as the captain approached the overly energetic first-years, Shoyo let out a quiet "Oh," while Kageyama simply turned his head. "We’re taking the keys with us. You won’t be training here. Understood?"

At the end, Daichi smiled, but that smile wasn’t exactly kind.

Shoyo and Kageyama fell silent and started nodding.

Suga just patted Daichi’s back in a friendly manner, making him cough.

After that, everyone quickly cleaned up the gym and started heading back to the dorms.

Everyone tried to keep their voices down. Daichi had already told Noya and Tanaka to quiet down twice.

The strangest thing was that Shoyo was being way too quiet. He walked at the back, frowning, deep in thought. Daichi and Suga noticed it at the same time.

"I told you, you shouldn’t pressure him so much. Besides, you still haven’t apologized," Suga said. Daichi bit his lip, glancing at the redhead.

Realizing he couldn’t ignore it anymore, he suddenly stopped. No one even noticed until Shoyo reached him.

"Hinata."

The captain spoke quietly, drawing the omega’s attention. Hearing his voice, Shoyo flinched and turned to him.

"Daichi-san? Is something wrong?" Some noticed them standing still, but seeing Daichi, no one stopped; they just kept walking.

"No, it’s just… you’re really quiet. I thought something might be wrong," Daichi smiled, his cheeks turning slightly red.

Shoyo looked at him in confusion, then blinked a few times, realizing what he meant.

"No, everything’s fine, I just got lost in thought," he said, now blushing a little from the awkwardness.

He had been thinking the whole way about whom he could ask to bite him… It had been a while since anyone even remotely hinted at wanting his blood. That made it even harder to think about.

Daichi grew nervous. He needed to apologize somehow.

"Can we step aside for a moment? I wanted to talk to you."

Shoyo nodded. Maybe this way, he could clear his head a little.

The two of them went to the first floor. There was a vending machine with his favorite pastries. Daichi had often seen him standing there, buying them.

Shoyo’s eyes lit up with excitement; he almost started drooling over the pastries. But remembering that his money was in his room, he looked a little disappointed.

"I’ll buy one for you," Daichi said with a smile, seeing how upset Shoyo was.

"I’ll pay you back later."

Daichi snorted and bought a pastry for Shoyo and a soda for himself.

"You don’t need to pay me back." He placed the pastry in Shoyo’s hands and ruffled his hair.

Shoyo nodded and started eating, smiling.

"What did you want to talk about, Daichi-san?" Because he was eating while speaking, the corners of his mouth were a little messy. Seeing this, Daichi chuckled and wiped them with his sleeve.

Shoyo flinched slightly, confused as to why he did that.

"I’ve been meaning to apologize for scaring you that time… and for threatening you," Daichi admitted.

Shoyo swallowed, listening carefully.

Thinking about how to say it properly, Daichi bit his lower lip and looked away.

"Daichi-san… I haven’t been mad at you for a long time," Shoyo said, throwing away the pastry wrapper and stepping closer to the captain.

At first, Daichi couldn’t believe it, but looking into the omega’s eyes, he didn’t see any lies there.

"Still, I acted really badly… but if you’re really not upset anymore, I’m glad."

He smiled a little, looking at him. Shoyo immediately stepped closer and hugged him, burying his face in Daichi’s chest and squeezing him tightly. He closed his eyes, the scent of dark chocolate surrounding him—it was warm and pleasant.

Daichi was a bit surprised but soon hugged him back. Though, he only barely noticed the redhead’s pheromones—they were only noticeable if you were really close.

"Daichi-san, can I ask you for something?" Shoyo spoke without lifting his head. He definitely needed to ask.

Daichi only said quietly, "Yes."

"You... can bite me?"

The boy stepped away from Sawamura and, with a light movement, pulled down the collar of his hoodie. Daichi stood still for a couple of minutes, staring at the boy's neck. Then he approached him, abruptly removed his hand, and took it into his own, intertwining their fingers. The human’s fingers were warm, while the vampire’s were cold.

Hinata shuddered, biting his lip, as Daichi pressed his nose against his neck.

"Why all of a sudden?" Hinata loosened his grip on Daichi’s hand, calming down a little.

"I need to suppress my pheromones, and taking pills too often is a bit dangerous..." He lied—it wasn't just a bit dangerous. There was a high risk that an omega would become infertile from them, and their overall health would deteriorate completely.

"So, you want me to put a temporary mark on you?" Daichi froze slightly, inhaling the pheromone with notes of sweet mandarin.

Shoyo flinched a little and shivered at his voice. The cold breath "burned" his neck, sending goosebumps down his spine. Daichi was so close that it took his breath away.

"M-m, not exactly like that... I can give you my blood in return! How about that?"

Shoyo spoke in a half-whisper. Daichi remained standing with his face buried in Hinata’s neck, pondering his words. After a couple of minutes, he calmly pulled away and looked straight into the boy’s eyes, barely smiling.

"No, I don’t think I need your blood."

Not believing his ears, the omega looked up at him. He... just refused?

But he thought that with such an offer, any of them would have agreed.

"You didn't even let me finish and already started imagining things," Daichi said with a slight smile, lightly tapping his palm against Shoyo’s forehead.

Hinata let out a small noise of surprise, blinking a few times.

"I want something else instead of blood." Shoyo nodded, showing he was already willing to agree to anything. "A kiss."

A kiss?

Did Hinata mishear? Or did Daichi mean just a light peck on the cheek?

"A kiss? Like… on the cheek?" His cheeks flared red, while the alpha just snorted at his question.

"No, Shoyo." Hinata shuddered at the sound of his name. "A normal kiss on the lips. And I’ll put a temporary mark on you."

Shoyo blushed even more, realizing that this would also be a temporary mark.

He stood there for a few minutes, thinking over the captain’s words.

"Alright..."

Daichi smiled and started moving toward him.

"Wait. Are we seriously doing this here?" Both boys looked around. They were standing in the middle of the hallway. The only good thing was that the lights weren’t too bright.

Daichi tensed slightly and took Shoyo’s hand, leading him closer to a vending machine, positioning himself beside it. One side was the wall, and the other was the machine. No one would see them unless someone walked by.

"Will this work?" Daichi smiled, standing opposite Shoyo. The boy swallowed and nodded uncertainly.

Daichi took his hand again, intertwining their fingers, and pressed him slightly against the wall, looking straight into his eyes, subconsciously swallowing.

After staring into each other's eyes for a few minutes, he leaned in closer to Shoyo’s lips.

Shoyo's lips were soft and plump, while Daichi’s were slightly bitten. It was a gentle kiss without tongue.

Their tender kiss gradually became more heated. Daichi used his tongue to part Shoyo’s trembling lips, but the boy immediately pulled away, breathing heavily.

Sawamura thought he had rushed things too much.

"It’s okay. I don’t feel disgusted or anything... I’m just not used to this..."

Daichi exhaled in relief, glad that everything was fine. He collected himself, adjusting his shirt.

"Now, I can put the temporary mark."

Shoyo nodded and pulled down his collar, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes, so he just stared at Daichi’s hands.

As the other approached, he bit his lip.

Daichi pressed his face into his neck and suddenly bit down. Shoyo hissed, grabbing onto his hand.

Since Daichi only bit him without drinking his blood, he quickly pulled away. After all, even a drop of blood would tempt him for more…

Shoyo exhaled and pressed a hand to the bite, feeling a small trickle of blood.

Daichi turned his head away at the scent of blood.

"I’ll go first. You should wash the bite so there’s no blood left."

Shoyo nodded, watching Daichi’s back as he disappeared up the stairs.

Once he was gone, Shoyo headed to the bathroom.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he was a little shocked—red cheeks, slightly swollen, bitten lips, and a bleeding bite mark.

Taking a deep breath, he started washing his face. After about twenty minutes, he was back to normal. The temporary mark no longer hurt, his lips looked fine again, and his face returned to its usual state.

Leaving the bathroom, he started heading to the dormitory, until he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Taking it out, he saw a couple of messages from Kuroo, inviting him to play volleyball with a few others in their gym at night.

Shoyo stared at the screen, thinking. They were forbidden from playing, but he really wanted to… especially when Kuroo was inviting him.

The redhead didn’t hesitate for long and started heading toward the gym. Luckily, he hadn’t changed out of his uniform and was still in his gear.

As he approached, he could already hear the faint sounds of someone playing. Shoyo took a deep breath and pushed open the doors, stepping inside.

In front of him were Kuroo, who was teamed up with Bokuto and Akaashi. Somehow, Tsukishima was also there, playing alongside Lev.

And then there was Kenma, sitting near the door, playing something on his phone.

Everyone immediately stopped playing when they saw who had walked in.

"Shoyo-kun," Kuroo instantly approached him and hugged him, lifting him off the ground.

The others smiled warmly and greeted him.

"Hi," a boy with short, messy black hair and blue-green eyes approached him. Hinata blinked a couple of times before realizing this was Akaashi Keiji.

"How are we going to play? Three against four?" Shoyo stepped onto the team with Tsukishima and Lev, with Kenma joining them.

"Yaku-san will be here soon," Lev kept staring at Karasuno's decoy, unable to understand how he hadn’t realized before that he was an omega.

Shouyou shivered under his gaze.

Before Yaku arrived, Shouyou was still trying to figure out how they had managed to bring Tsukishima along, or how he even agreed.

But Tsuki had already answered himself—he told them off, to put it simply, but they didn’t care and practically dragged him along.

"Yo, am I late?" Yaku arrived looking a little tired, but as soon as he saw Shouyou, he perked up. The latter greeted him as usual, and they all started playing.

They played for almost an hour. Surprisingly, everyone was having fun—even Akaashi, Tsukishima, and Kenma.

They switched teams a few times, but the most memorable moment was when Shouyou ended up with Kuroo, Bokuto, and Lev. It was too incredible for them, but for the other four, it was hell.

That was when Kuroo accidentally noticed something strange on Shouyou’s shoulder. But with the hoodie the boy was wearing, it was almost invisible. During the last match, he played quieter than usual, trying to get a better look and understand what it was.

And when everyone started cleaning up, Kuroo finally noticed the bite mark. No, it wasn’t a blood-draining bite—it was a temporary mark. They were slightly different, and vampires could distinguish them well.

"See you tomorrow, Shouyou," Kenma hugged him goodbye. It was strange—there was no scent of omega pheromones on him at all. He knew for sure that at night, pheromones usually got stronger. The last of the alphas left the gym.

Shouyou waved at him before heading into the "Nekoma" locker room, putting his windbreaker away. But when he saw Kuroo there, he flinched. He thought the black-haired guy had already left. Apparently, Tetsurou had been waiting for him, leaning against a locker with a frown.

"Kuroo-san? What’s wrong?" It was the first time Shouyou had seen him like this, making him step back, gripping his windbreaker tightly.

"Hinata."

A jolt ran through the boy—Kuroo had never called him by his last name before. Had he done something to offend him?

Seeing the omega freeze, Kuroo calmly approached.

His eyes were drawn to the bite mark. And when he got close enough, he caught the scent of Daichi’s pheromones. His face tensed even more, making Shouyou even more nervous.

"You... You seriously went to Daichi to have him mark you?"

Shouyou stared at him, then quickly shook his head from side to side.

"It's temporary. I just needed a mark… I didn’t want to keep taking suppressant pills..."

Kuroo exhaled heavily, trying to calm himself.

"That’s not even what I’m talking about. Why didn’t you come to me? Or at least to Kenma?"

Hinata swallowed, lowering his gaze. Kuroo was standing too close, and his pheromones betrayed his emotions—he was angry.

"I didn’t want to bother you. And besides, we’re not… in that kind of relationship, are we?"

Kuroo furrowed his brows even more, clenching his fist. Then, suddenly, he looked surprised as he stared at the top of Shouyou’s head near him.

"Wait… what do you mean, not in that kind of relationship? Hold on," he chuckled, though he didn’t even understand why he was laughing.

Shouyou flinched, looking up at him.

"Back when Kenma and I stayed with you at your dorm… you thought we only did it because of your heat?"

Shouyou bit his lip, looking away, then hesitantly nodded.

Kuroo clicked his tongue and lifted his chin, forcing him to meet his gaze.

"And did you trust us back then only because of your heat?" His voice had a slight growl, making Shouyou tremble even more. Whether it was from fear or something else, he didn’t know…

"No!"

Kuroo raised an eyebrow, still frowning.

"I trusted you both not because of my heat. If that was the case, I wouldn’t have even let you into my room… I just realized that you both…"

Shouyou blushed and looked to the side.

"We both what?" Kuroo was starting to get the idea, but he wasn’t going to let it go until Shouyou said it out loud.

"I like you both. And probably even before my heat."

He suddenly looked straight into Kuroo’s eyes, frowning himself.

Kuroo scoffed and let go of him. Shouyou thought he was no longer mad, but he was wrong.

Kuroo grabbed the back of his head, fingers tightening in his hair, tilting his head back. Leaning in closer, he lowered his face toward his lips, his sharp, hungry gaze never wavering.

The soft touch of their lips quickly turned into a dominant, slightly rough kiss.

His breath was cold, but for Shouyou, it was burning hot, making his skin feel scorched.

Lightly biting his lower lip, Kuroo let out a quiet growl and deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue past Shouyou’s lips.

He traced over his teeth before intertwining his tongue with Shouyou’s. The kiss became completely rough and controlling.

Shouyou, realizing his legs were giving out, grabbed onto Tetsurou’s broad back. Kuroo squeezed his waist, lifting him up so he could wrap his legs around him.

Shouyou did so without hesitation, not breaking the kiss. He bit, sucked, and licked at Kuroo’s lips, only barely managing to keep up, breathing heavily against his mouth.

His hand buried itself in Kuroo’s hair, fingers tugging lightly.

To his own surprise, Shouyou liked this passionate kiss—he wanted it to last forever.

But then Kuroo pulled back, staring deep into his eyes before smirking victoriously.

"I could lay you out on this bench right now just to prove that what we had before wasn’t just because of your heat."

Shouyou’s face turned even redder, and he slapped a hand over Kuroo’s mouth.

Kuroo only grinned wider and licked his palm. Shouyou shuddered and quickly pushed away from him, standing on his own feet again.

"No. I’ll take your word for it… and I’m definitely not doing that here."

Kuroo muttered something as he walked toward the exit. Shouyou watched him, then sighed and left the locker room himself.

"So, you’re saying you’d be up for it somewhere else—"

"Tetsurou, shut up!"

Kuroo almost squealed, running up to him and wrapping him in a tight hug, rubbing his cheek against his.

"You called me by my name! Shouyou, we have to celebrate this!"

Shouyou sighed heavily, trying to push his face away.

"Right now, I just want to sleep…"

"Oh, right…"

Shouyou looked at the suddenly thoughtful Kuroo.

"So… does this mean we’re dating now?"

Shouyou huffed, looking away. His face was still completely red.

"I guess…"

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Shoyo couldn't fall asleep for half the night. He had barely managed to force Kuroo to go back to his own dorm instead of staying over.

He made his way to his room as quietly as he could. Once inside, he took off his excess clothing and collapsed onto the bed, burying his face in the pillow, trying not to scream from embarrassment.

He never thought he'd find… guys? Just a couple of years ago, he had sworn to his mom that he definitely wouldn’t date anyone until he was at least twenty. His mom had just laughed and told him he’d change his mind—maybe he’d even bring home more than one alpha.

Shoyo rolled onto his back and placed a hand on his forehead, letting out a heavy sigh. He was happy, at least, that he now knew for sure what Kuroo and Kenma felt for him.

But there was one big problem—the kiss with Daichi. He couldn’t understand why Daichi had even wanted to do that. Did Daichi-san have feelings for him too? Or was it just for his own desires?

Shoyo had only just started to accept that he liked Kuroo and Kenma—how was he even supposed to tell them about that weird kiss?

Omegas could have multiple husbands, of course, but only if all partners agreed to it.

Shoyo bit his lower lip. He had no idea what he was supposed to do in this situation.

Should he just go with the flow and not worry about it?

But what if he fell for someone else too? There were so many alphas around—Tsukishima, Bokuto, Oikawa, Tendou, Ushijima—the list went on… and the others weren’t any worse.

Shoyo shook his head, trying to push those thoughts away. He sat at the edge of his bed and clenched his hand into a fist. He wouldn't fall for anyone else. Two guys were enough for him, right?

“Shit. I didn’t even talk to Kenma about this.”

Grabbing his phone, he started searching for his chat with Kenma. He had finally realized he needed to talk to him, but how?

For a couple of minutes, he just stared at Kenma’s profile picture. Should he just type, “Let’s date?” or maybe, “Aren’t we taking too long? Should we just start a relationship already?”

He groaned and grabbed his head, flopping onto his back and pushing his phone aside.

What kind of nonsense was this? Maybe it’d be easier to just ask Kuroo to explain everything for him and be done with it? No, that was stupid too.

He gripped his phone tightly, but when a sudden notification popped up, he jumped in shock and ended up throwing it at the wall.

“Shit—”

Shoyo almost screamed but immediately scrambled to check his phone. Thankfully, it was still intact.

It was Kenma who had texted him. Almost like he had mentally sensed the perfect moment.

Kenma @kozuken:
"Are you asleep?"
°22:35

Hinata @shooyo:
"No… I can’t fall asleep."
°22:38

Shoyo swallowed hard when he saw Kenma start typing immediately. But he was typing for a long time. That only made Shoyo even more nervous. Without realizing it, he started biting his lips until he tasted blood.

He only stopped when Kenma finally sent a message. Just a few words.

Kenma @kozuken:
"Kuroo told me everything."
°22:45

Shoyo stared at his phone. That was… actually better for him. But for some reason, he felt uneasy. Was now really the time to act like an idiot?

Hinata @shooyo:
"What exactly did he tell you?"

Kenma @kozuken:
"Shoyo, you already know, don’t you? Though, I’m guessing you’re sitting there panicking for no reason, right? He told me about Daichi’s temporary mark."

Hinata @shooyo:
"Are you mad?"

Kenma @kozuken:
"No… I guess I just feel a little hurt that I’m the last one to find out."

Hinata @shooyo:
"Are you jealous?"

Hinata @shooyo:
"Kenma, can you come over right now?"

Kenma @kozuken:
"I didn’t even get to answer your first question. No, I’m not jealous. But I can come over—if your teammates don’t try to kill me, that is."

Hinata @shooyo:
"I hope not…"

Kenma didn’t open the next message. Shoyo figured that meant he was already on his way.

Which was strange. That vampire wouldn’t even get up for a glass of water at night, and now he was coming all the way to another dorm just because someone asked?

Shoyo’s cheeks flushed as he thought about it.

He unlocked his door and left it slightly open before sitting on his bed and waiting for Kenma.

Honestly, he didn’t even fully understand why he had asked him to come. They could have talked over text just as easily.

Kenma arrived about ten minutes later. He was dressed in loose pants and a hoodie that was a size too big. His hair was tied up in a messy ponytail that was barely holding together.

Shoyo smiled softly and greeted him in a quiet voice, inviting him in.

Kenma’s expression twisted slightly as he stepped forward, walked up to Shoyo, and laid down across his lap, wrapping his arms around Shoyo’s waist and pressing his face into his stomach.

Shoyo gasped but quickly relaxed, gently stroking Kenma’s hair and removing the hair tie from his head.

“Kenma…”

Kenma hummed in response, already sensing that an important conversation was coming.

"I'm scared to start a relationship with you two…"

The boy immediately got up from his lap and stared at him, looking straight into his eyes.

"What? But why, are you afraid of us?"

Hinata smiled warmly and shook his head, continuing to stroke Kenma with his hand. Kenma closed his eyes and leaned forward, feeling Shoyo now gently caressing his cheek—just like his mother did when he was a child...

"I'm not sure you'll be the only ones I like..."

Shoyo averted his gaze when their eyes met. He didn't know how to explain it properly.

"Do you like someone else?"

Kenma's quiet whisper relaxed Hinata. There was no hint of anger, jealousy, or shock in his voice. Shoyo swallowed and looked back at him.

"Not really... It takes me a long time to realize when I like someone..."

He remembered how, even after he had almost slept with Kuroo and Kenma, he thought he didn’t really feel anything for them. Kenma smiled, probably understanding what he meant.

"But there's another problem..."

Kenma nodded, signaling that he was listening.

"Daichi-san didn't just leave a mark back then. But he didn't want blood."

Kenma blinked a couple of times. Then what did he want in return?

"He asked for a kiss... I don't know why or for what reason, but I agreed."

Shoyo lowered his gaze, biting his lower lip.

"I don't know how I feel about myself after that... I knew I had feelings for you two, but I kissed another guy. Maybe you both don’t want anyone else besides us?"

"Shoyo."

The boy flinched, falling silent as he looked at Kenma. He was just as calm as before.

"Even if you had twenty boyfriends, it wouldn’t matter. What matters is that Kuroo and I are there too."

Shoyo blushed at his words. Twenty boyfriends? Seriously?

"I thought you'd be against it..."

Kenma scoffed and hugged him, burying his face in his shoulder.

"No. But are you really planning to build yourself a harem?"

Shoyo giggled and hugged him back. It felt warm and nice. Kenma’s scent was soothing, even a little sleep-inducing.

"What harem? I haven't even thought about it."

"Just don’t take Kageyama. I can tolerate Tsukishima, though."

Shoyo rolled his eyes. Were they seriously discussing this?

"That's ridiculous. I would never take Kageyama."

Kenma chuckled, and the soft laughter against his shoulder sent shivers down Shoyo’s spine.

"So, does that mean you're willing to take Tsuki?"

"No! Let's just go to sleep..."

Kenma giggled and fell onto the pillow, pulling Shoyo down with him, hugging him like a koala with both arms and legs. Shoyo let out a small sound of surprise, feeling cool breath against his neck.

Hinata stared at the ceiling for about ten minutes, thinking Kenma had already fallen asleep.

"We could take Bokuto and Akaashi too. Tendou seems decent. Who else... Yaku is an option, he treats you well... Yamaguchi, definitely. Not sure about Daichi, but—"

"Kozume, please don't."

Kenma fell silent and hugged him even tighter.

"I don't like it when you call me by my last name..."

Shoyo just sighed heavily and started stroking Kenma’s head, feeling himself drifting off to sleep too.

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Probably after the academy, Hinata won’t be surprised when he wakes up not because of the alarm, but from yelling... After waking up with some difficulty, the first thing he realized was that Kenma was gone, and maybe that's why there was such yelling in the kitchen? For a moment, he didn't look, immediately got up, and fell with a crash, tripping over the edge of the blanket, which was already almost on the floor, sprawling on the ground. His nose ached lightly, probably because he hit his head on the floor really hard. The yelling and any sounds from the kitchen stopped, making Shoyo hear his own heartbeat. The door creaked, and someone entered.

The omega hissed quietly, lifting his head towards Kageyama. At first, he was angry, but his emotions immediately shifted when he noticed a thin trickle of blood that was already dripping onto the floor.

“Hinata, you idiot!” He growled and quickly slammed the door shut, though it wasn’t fully closed, making a noise so loud that it probably woke up anyone still asleep.

“What’s that got to do with it? There was no need to shout like that!”

Standing up, he wiped his nose with wet wipes, it hurt so much that even touching it made him wince. Kageyama was saying something in the kitchen, at least not shouting. Was he talking to himself?

Shoyo exhaled and opened the door, stepping into the kitchen, where a piece of frozen meat was immediately handed to him. Hinata looked at Suga in surprise.

“Put it on your nose, so the bleeding stops properly.”

Hinata nodded, blushing slightly, sat down on a chair, tilted his head back, and applied the cold to his nose. Suga sat nearby, looking still sleepy.

“What happened this morning?” Seeing Kageyama turn towards him, Shoyo lifted the burnt toaster with the cord.

“No idea, I came into the kitchen and someone had already burned it.” He started grumbling, frowning even more.

Hinata giggled, then immediately winced, clutching his nose. Even laughing hurt. Then, from the other floor, running could be heard, and a disheveled Noya rushed into the kitchen, breathing heavily.

“My bread!”

Kageyama grimaced and gripped the toaster tightly. He crookedly smiled and threw it at the guy, but Nishinoya jumped back, as if scalded. Shoyo flinched, and the toaster broke into pieces after hitting the stairs.

“Is this normal?” Hinata asked with a trembling voice, looking at the overly calm Suga. Was he under something calming?... Noya had already run upstairs, but probably bumped into a door, and it turned out that Tsukishima came out in response to the shouting.

“Yeah... many here are used to it.” Suga smiled, almost falling asleep at the table. Hinata put the meat down and exhaled heavily. He had really slept well.

Returning to his room, he looked at the time. At this hour, he usually gets dressed and goes for a run with Kageyama. But the latter was probably too busy killing Noya-san... After a shower, he wanted to put on some aftershave but remembered his scent shouldn’t stand out because of Daichi-san. By the way, I wonder how Daichi will talk to him after yesterday? But now wasn’t the time to think about that. He fixed his hair and calmly left the shower, heading towards his room.

The kitchen was empty by now, everyone was probably on the second floor. Shoyo dressed normally and left the dorm. He stepped outside calmly, standing for a bit, thinking about who to call with him, or who to wake up at half-past six. Kenma and Kuroo had been online for a while, and he didn’t feel like waking them up...

“Shoyo!”

The guy jumped and turned around. Tendou was approaching with some guy he had never seen before. Tendou, smiling widely, started waving his hands.

“Good morning, Tendou-san.” The redhead started speaking so he wouldn’t address him so formally. “Good morning to you too.”

Shoyo didn’t pay attention to the older one’s words and turned to the other guy, a little behind Tendou. He blushed slightly and avoided looking at the redhead, nodding in greeting. If this was true, then this little guy was an omega, and he was even human.

“Nice to meet you, Shoyo. This is Semi-Semi. Semi-Semi, this is Shoyo.” The guy introduced them with a smile.

Semi clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes.

“I’m Semi Eita. Nice to meet you.” He extended his hand for a handshake.

“Hinata Shoyo. Likewise, Semi-san.” Shaking his hand in response, he smiled, his cheeks slightly reddening, probably from the cold.

Tendou frowned, not quite understanding why. He took Shoyo by the arm, taking the redhead from Semi.

“You’re going for a run, right? Come with us?” Shoyo nodded, and after stepping back, started running alongside them. Both were arguing about something, and Shoyo just laughed, thinking it was good he wasn’t running alone.

“By the way, are your parents coming here soon?”

Tendou groaned and nodded, his mood darkening as he remembered the last calls with his father.

“And your parents?”

Semi didn’t really know much about the guy. He even doubted if he was really an omega or a human... Shoyo paused for a moment, he hadn’t thought about that. He would like to see his family, but they couldn’t come here.

“They won’t be able to. Mom’s always working. And she won’t leave my sister alone.” Shoyo didn’t want to say where his father was, what’s the point. He hadn’t seen him since his sister was born, he left as soon as she got sick... After that, he didn’t want to have kids, and now, to top it off, he would be the one to give birth... The guys understood it was better not to ask about his father, so they just stayed silent.

“I think you’d like to go to them, right?” Tendou looked at Semi with confusion, as did Shoyo.

“Well, it would be pretty hard...” Shoyo slowed down, lost in his thoughts.

“Many can at least go home for the weekend here.”

Tendo sighed heavily, realizing that he wouldn’t be able to explain to Hinata why he couldn’t go. But Hinata was too quiet.
The guys remained silent for the rest of the journey, each lost in their own thoughts.
But when they were approaching the dorm, they spoke one last time.

"See you, Shōyō." Tendo hugged him one last time. Shōyō wasn’t too surprised, only blushing a little. Meanwhile, Semi got lost in his thoughts.

The omega said his goodbyes and began walking to the dorm. He hoped everything would be calm there. At first, he climbed the stairs, looking down at the floor, so he didn’t notice Kuroo already running towards him with open arms.

"Shōyō-kun!"

Kuroo almost knocked him off his feet as he began hugging him. Shōyō barely managed to keep his balance, trying to push the cat-like face away.
Behind him, Bokuto and Atsumu were standing. They were both initially surprised, but when they saw Hinata, they immediately approached.

"Kuroo-san... Please, stop." Kuroo began to whimper. He was starting to feel happy now that Shōyō was calling him by his name.

"Hi, Hinata!" A second later, Bokuto came over and hugged both boys. Now, Kuroo and Bokuto were standing there, gasping for air.
It was only then that the omega noticed that Bokuto was much bigger than Kuroo. From the comparison, he started to think less about their bodies and more about something else. His face immediately flushed, and he quickly pushed those thoughts aside as he broke free from the two’s embrace, letting out a sigh of relief.

"And hello to you all." Finally, he noticed Atsumu, who was standing a bit farther away, waving and smiling at the ginger.

Shōyō remembered that he was actually heading to his room. Apologizing to the others, he immediately made his way there.
Thank goodness it was quiet in the dorm. In the kitchen, he ran into Yamaguchi, who was already gathered and calmly finishing his food.

"Hey, Yamaguchi." Shōyō got closer and sat down, resting his head against the wall.
Yamaguchi nodded and smiled at him.

"What are you two still doing here?" Tsukishima walked into the kitchen, looking as calm as ever.
Shōyō shrugged and touched his nose; it hurt.

---

"I think our group is getting a bit bigger after the third class," Shōyō said as he stood by the window, watching Kuroo, who was playing something on his phone. Kuroo stood next to him, hugging the omega’s shoulders and resting his head on top of his.
Yaku was constantly hovering around them. He’d stand by them for a few minutes, then disappear, only to return after a while.
Yamaguchi, as usual, smiled and shrugged. Tsukishima couldn’t take it anymore, especially with Kuroo in the group...

"I’m sure it’ll get even bigger." Yaku was now standing on the other side of Hinata.

The person sighed heavily. He still wasn’t fully used to how Yaku appeared out of nowhere...
Kuroo looked at Yaku, who seemed a bit upset about something. He smiled and lifted his head.

"Alright, I’ll go first. See you, everyone." He casually ran his hand along Shōyō’s thigh and moved up to his appealing butt, giving it a little pinch. Then he quickly left.
Yaku was the only one who noticed, and he couldn’t understand what just happened.
Shōyō flinched, covered in goosebumps, his face turning bright red.

"Shōyō, are you okay?"

Kenma pulled away from the game and looked at the guy, who nodded, trying to hide his shyness.
The others didn’t stay long. Everyone scattered to their classrooms.

The most interesting thing probably happened at practice. Daichi kept watching the omega, whether he realized it or not, no one could understand.
Shouyo just averted his gaze and tried to focus only on the game.
Kageyama was on edge all day, probably because of the toaster.
At that thought, Hinata chuckled, startling Yamaguchi, who was standing nearby.
The practice itself went smoothly, even too smoothly. Hinata started playing a bit easier, his reflexes improving tenfold. Many, by the way, unconsciously started staring at the omega’s body.
His thighs, butt, and chest had become more rounded. Due to the sweat after the match, his sportswear clung to his body, making him even more attractive.
Tsukishima threw his hoodie over him and left immediately.
Shouyo wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at his back, not understanding why.
But it wasn’t until later, when he saw himself in the bathroom mirror, that he understood why everyone had been looking at him so strangely.
The soft scent of vanilla calmed Shouyo, and that night, he immediately found the coach and asked for a bigger size uniform. Thankfully, they gave it to him without question...
At first, Hinata planned to go back to the dorm, but then he remembered the conversation about how great it would be to go home and see his family...

He couldn’t think of a better solution than to go to the principal. Who else would he go to...?
Standing outside his office, he wondered how to say everything.
He knocked on the door, and was immediately told to enter.

"Been a while since you came by," the principal said, writing something on paper and then looked at the omega, inviting him to sit down.

"Yeah... I just didn’t see the point in coming..." The man in front of him put down the papers and looked at him.

"You didn’t come here just for nothing, right?"

Shouyo nodded and sat properly.

"Theoretically... is it possible for me to go home for a day? To see and talk to my family...?"

The principal hummed and shrugged.

"I think not. You remember those documents."

"So there’s no way at all? You can even bug me if you want..." He snorted at his words. He would let him go, but if someone found out about it, it could cause problems.
Then something suddenly came to his mind.

"I have an idea..."

---

Before the practice match against "Fukurōdani", everything was calm and quiet.
"Karasuno" was training well, and school was going as usual—boring. Well, at least Kuroo and Kenma didn’t let him get bored. A few times, they invited Tsukishima to play again at night. But after Daichi found out, everyone got it...

Before the match, Shouyo decided to go to the store. He wanted something to eat before it...
Of course, the machine with his favorite buns was broken, so he had to go to the store.
There weren’t many people in the store, so he quickly bought some food and sat on a bench near the academy.

"Human."

The guy almost choked, standing in front of him was Sakusa. He was, as usual, wearing a mask and had a frown on his face...
Shouyo cleared his throat and looked at him, wondering what he even wanted from him.

"Yeah, hi to you too." Sakusa snorted and sat not far from the omega. Shouyo finished his last bite and waited to hear what this guy would say.

"You’ve got some strange blood."

With a poker face, he was looking somewhere ahead. Shouyo paused at those words, wondering when he had even let him try his blood? As soon as he wanted to ask, Sakusa continued.

"Honestly, human blood always tastes disgusting to me. I only drank it when I felt really bad." His face was completely unreadable.

Others, on the other hand, could even attack someone if they got hurt, but not him?

"So, even if someone got hurt in front of you, or there were a lot of people, you wouldn’t want their blood?"

Sakusa nodded slightly. In essence, he was right. That was how it was. He had excellent self-control when it came to that damn human blood.

"But your blood is completely different." The guy furrowed his brows, still looking ahead, but not at the person.

"Yeah. And what do you want from me?" He was already a bit tired, with a match coming up soon, and here he was, listening to some emotional trauma.

Sakusa flinched at the question and looked seriously at the omega.

"Let me try your blood." Hinata tried not to laugh, but it was clearly not going well...

"And what else? Should I kiss you too? How does your soul feel about that? Do you even have one?" The last words Shouyo purred, smirking, and suddenly leaned toward the alpha’s face. The latter quickly recoiled, his wide eyes clearly showing he was in shock.

Maybe the company of Bokuto, Kuroo, and Atsumu was affecting him poorly.

Sakusa was glad he was wearing a mask, so his red cheeks couldn’t be seen.

"No. That’s disgusting. It’s even repulsive to think about." He was lying; he had thought about it several times but tried to push those thoughts away.

Hinata scoffed and returned to his previous spot, a little disappointed.

"It’d be kinda weird to just give you blood like that... oh, I have an idea!"

Hinata’s eyes lit up. He had just remembered how the director said he could let him go home, but only if he was accompanied by someone from the vampire academy.

Shouyo thought for a long time. He could take Kenma or Kuroo, but he was a bit worried about the humans. But here was an actual vampire who didn’t really like humans or blood, falling into his trap.

"And what’s that idea?" Shouyo smiled, looking at him.

"I’ll give you my blood. And after tomorrow, you’ll come with me to the city to see my family. The director agrees with this. So, are you in?"

Shouyo extended his hand, but after a few minutes, he wanted to pull it back, remembering that Sakusa didn’t like touching anything.

"I’m in." But Sakusa caught his hand and shook it, without even flinching.

He didn’t stay much longer and stood up, saying he would find him later. Shouyo was a little shocked by everything, but extremely happy.

Sakusa stared at his hand for a long time, wondering why he didn’t feel any disgust when touching it...