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It was a quiet Sunday morning. Most of the cast members were off doing their own things leaving Izumi free to spread the Mankai company finances out across the dining room table. The shopping was taken care of, they had just come off the heels of a successful tour, and even the constant bickering of the younger cast members were are far off and occupied. It was pleasantly quiet. Too quiet. As if on instinct, Izumi's head perked up from the documents she was reviewing. The scent was sickly sweet as it filled the air, like strawberries and flowers and wanton desire. The smell of an omega in heat. Sprinting to the door to the courtyard, suddenly it felt like it was miles away but Izumi knew she had to make it. She had to ensure the safety of all of her cast members no matter what.
Flinging open the door, her sight immediately fell on her two pink haired boys huddled on the floor. Panic spread to her toes as she slowly made her way over as not to startle them. As she got closer she could see Muku's eyes were filled with tears as he held his knees to his chest quivering. Sakuya's hands hovered just above the younger boy's back whispering words of kindness, anything in attempts to calm him down. As expected of the sweet spring leader.
Noticing her presence, Sakuya called out to her, a pain in his voice registered she wasn't familiar with. "Izumi! I don't know what to do."
As if only noticing Izumi when her name was called, Muku looked up at her through hazy eyes. "Director… I can't breath." His voice was needy in a way she was sure he didn't realize as his head lolled back to look at her.
It was a miracle the company had lasted so long without an incident, she had made sure to check everyone's second genders when they applied to stay in the dorms. No alphas in the same rooms as omegas. All fevers were to be taken very seriously. But first heats were always unpredictable and unfortunately, Muku was at that age where it was bound to happen eventually.
"Muku. We--"
As if struck by lightning, the young boy's body twitched violently. "D-don't say my name."
Doing her best to paste on a caring smile, Izumi tried again, "We can't stay out here, it's dangerous." Instead, Muku only shook his head violently as sobs began to rack the boy's body. Making eye contact with Sakuya, she could see the panic on the young beta's face. He had never had to deal with something like this before. Izumi wished she could remember her first heat in detail. She wished she could remember what made her feel better and what was the right thing to do but those days all felt like a blur, like she wasn't in her right mind. She knew she wasn't in her right mind.
"The director is right." Looking up at the soft voice who had joined the group, Izumi saw Azuma moving to console the scared boy as well presumably drawn in by the uncontrolled pheromones as well. "I know we trust everyone in the troupe but it's always better safe than sorry."
Looking up at the silver haired man that joined him, Muku finally began to speak, rubbing his eyes furiously into his already tear stained sleeves. "I ca-can't move m-m-my legs."
Azuma smiled at Muku sadly before gesturing behind him, "That's okay, I brought someone with me for that." With that, he made way for Tasuku to sweep in. Helping Hisoka back to his bed gave him more than enough experience to heft the smaller boy into his grasp. As he did, it became clear a pool had formed on the ground where Muku was huddled and now that he was in the air, Izumi realized that all of his clothes were soaked in either sweat or slick. Who knew how long he had been like that until he had really hit his peak.
"Don't touch me." The harsh tone that exited the boy's body made Tasuku flinch and Muku did his best to hide himself, curling into an even smaller ball than he was before. Still, Tasuku cradled him with an uncomfortable unsure look Izumi only saw on the man's face during practices gone wrong. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I'm so dirty. I don't deserve to be treated so nicely. Just leave me here to die I'm worse than the pond scum left rotting on the beach after a typhoon."
There was nothing Izumi could say to console the young boy. She was used to his depressed rants on a normal day, but on a day like this one, Izumi couldn't help but empathize. "Let's take him to my room. That's probably the best place to be right now."
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Usually whenever roughhousing happened in the dorm, Sakyo was the first one to stop it but instead, he simply sat at the dining room table sipping his coffee looking onwards as Juza pinned Banri to the ground on his stomach. This had gone on for at least thirty minutes at this point with all members of the dorm coming and going from the entertainment happening in the lounge. Still, Banri tried his best to wriggle his way out of the larger man's grasps.
"Don't you even dare."
"I got it so will you get your hulking body off me you fucking giant?"
"No."
From behind his phone, Kazunari quickly snapped another picture and showed it to Taichi back on the couch. Somehow the timing had been perfect for the two of them to witness the entire fiasco. From the moment Banri stepped into the lounge and Juza's initial tackle to the catastrophic defeat and bartering of the loser. The wan wan combo was around to commentate on the whole affair. An event for all ages. "Setzer, you really have to think about it from his perspective."
"Yeah Banny, I'm sure you won't be defeated by this anyways." Taichi chimed in, casually grabbing an apple slice Omi was kind enough to leave out for them earlier. What was a show without refreshments? "You have to show us the strength of the Autumn troupe."
Gritting his teeth, Banri was fuming at this point, "You try having Hyodo sit on you and tell me your ribs don't fucking hurt. Do you guys expect to sit on me for 5 days?"
"If that's what it takes."
"Come the fuck on. I took suppressants so get off me! I'm your leader goddammit!"
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"Masumi?"
Timidly poking his head into Tsuzuru and Masumi's shared room, Sakuya hoped to find the young alpha. He had remembered that the director had told them in one of their leader meetings who was an alpha and who was an omega just in case but he never expected he'd have to actually use that knowledge. What was he supposed to do with it? Still, he couldn't leave the boy unchecked. After what had happened to Muku and seeing how Juza felt the need to restrain Banri, Sakuya thought it was only right to find the members of his troupe as well since they were apparently the greatest offenders.
Reacting to the sound of the door, Masumi removed his headphones and spun away from his computer. "Ah, Sakuya, what do you need?"
He was... Comparably calm. Regardless, it was Sakuya's job to check up on him. Plucking up his courage for the blowout, Sakuya swallowed hard. "Masumi are you feeling okay?" What was he going to do if he said no? He should have thought about this beforehand. Maybe if Tsuzuru was here he'd know, he had nine siblings, at least one of them had to have some sort of second gender.
"Yeah." As Sakuya released the breath he hadn't realized he was holding, Masumi immediately went back to his music as if nothing had happened.
"Wait wait," pulling the headphones back off the younger boy's ears, Sakuya spun his chair back around for the black haired boy to face him. "do you not feel anything? Usually, you'd at least be trying to spend your weekend looking for the director but you're just in here."
"So annoying…" Masumi mumbled rolling his eyes. "I saw Muku and the director earlier and she looked so responsible. I knew they probably wouldn't feel comfortable with me around so I'm staying in here for now." That was… surprisingly reasonable Sakuya mused to himself. "I want the director to know I am understanding." Somehow he was only understanding in times like these. Maybe the director would believe it if he showed more restraint in other aspects of her life.
Still feeling a bit skeptical, Sakuya still felt like he had to ask one last time, "You don't feel the need to like… attack anyone?"
Almost immediately, Masumi responded "Why would I need anyone else when my true mate is already the director?" Sakuya highly doubted that but while it wasn't the response Sakuya was hoping or expecting, Masumi didn't seem like he'd be an issue so he checked him off his list.
Looking down at the next name, Sakuya decided the best head start would be knocking on the next room over. Patiently, Sakuya waited but his only response was the clicking of buttons incessantly. Moments passed as he heard more button clicks but no movement. Maybe he hadn't heard him? Again, he rapped on the door instead this time he was rewarded to what sounded like cursing and the impact of something hard on the floor.
Suddenly, the door swung open to his troupe's businessman, adorned in sweats and soaked in annoyance, he looked down at Sakuya as he leaned against the doorframe, "What do you want?"
"Ah Itaru. Have you seen Chikage?"
"Senpai?" Itaru looked up thoughtfully for a second before shaking his head. "I haven't seen Senpai since yesterday. I think he had something to do because he was marking off days in his calendar."
"Oh I see..."
"If that's it I've got an event to attend. I have to take advantage while he's not here. Bai Bai!~" As the door slammed shut in his face, Sakuya made a note he would probably have to recheck on Itaru to see he ate more than snack bars this weekend. He also still needed to actually find out where Chikage had went. It wasn't like him to go on business trips and not tell Itaru at least. Sometimes that man was a mystery, only rivaled by the name last on his list, Citron. He wasn't in their room when he went to check earlier. So maybe--
"Ahhh!" Almost running straight into Hisoka, Sakuya let out a scream he wasn't expecting from himself. When did he even get there?
"Ap-- Chikage it's trying to keep everyone safe, don't worry about him." What… did that mean? Before he could even ask, Hisoka walked away, presumably to take a nap.
"Oh, uh… okay?" Well it seemed like Hisoka at least saw him and everything was fine. Knowing there was still at least one of his troupe member unaccounted for, Sakuya took that for a momentary win and decided that really only left Citron. The only other person he could think of that would know the whereabouts of the eccentric foreigner would be his former attendant.
Taking a trip upstairs, Sakuya started to contemplate what he would do if Citron wasn't currently at home like Chikage. It wasn't like he could just tell them not to come home. It was times like these he wished they had came up with a plan as leaders on what to do when something like this happened. He couldn't rely on Banri since he was one of the problem makers but at least Tsumugi would know what to do.
As if straight from the devil's mouth, as Sakuya was thinking of him, the winter troupe leader in question appeared around the corner of the hallway leading to Azuma and Guy's room. "Ah Tsumugi! Have you see Citron?"
Flinching as his name was called Tsumugi froze rigidly where he stood. "Citron? Ah yes," looking down at the ground, his hand came up to rub the back of his neck. "don't worry about it Sakuya we have it handled."
"Handled?"
"Guy has it under control." Quickly putting his hands on the younger boy's shoulders to turn him around, Tsumugi began to walk back down the hallway Sakuya had came, "Let's go get lunch, I think Omi must be finishing up right now." Just as he changed subjects, Sakuya swore he heard someone scream (?) further down the hallway. Yet, before he could turn back to check Tsumugi had began to speed up their pace to the kitchen.
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"Huh?"
Blinking, Azami looked over at Kumon again and while he could see the older boy's lips moving, he couldn't understand what he was saying. He swore seconds ago they were talking about something that Azami probably cared about but now it was dust in the wind. There were words but he couldn't focus on them. Instead his head swam as an intoxicating haze filled his mind.
Licking his lips, Azami felt his gaze rest on the tender pure flesh of the other boy. The oblivious smile constantly pasted on his face didn't even register the way Azami's eyes traced the lengths of his limbs. Imagining the soft, pliable skin of his unused muscles giving way underneath him. Taking those lithe pitcher's fingers into his mouth and sucking on them and until Kumon's moans filled the air. He'd show him who was really the pitcher in this situation.
On instinct, he gave a shove to the other boy, causing him to fall to the floor, confused. As Azami hovered over him, framing his body with his own, he couldn't help but notice how unguarded he was. So weak so small so cute. He needed to be protected. He needed him. This was for his own good.
The soft, unbroken skin of Kumon's neck called to him. A soft smell like freshly cut grass and summer claimed his nose. Azami wondered what that skin would taste like. Would it taste like he smelled or would it be like the sweet scent of his sweat after a long day? He wanted to make his sweat fill the room. He wanted to have the other boy panting and writhing beneath him. He needed to bite him. Bite him. BITE HIM.
"Azami?"
Kumon's voice cut through the fog as he was breaths away from his throat, ready to claim it as his own. A rough growl threatened to escape his throat as he quickly sat up, turning away from the people haired boy. "Get out."
"Huh?"
Rage burned in Azami. Did he not see what he almost did? How could the older boy be so ignorant? "I SAID GET OUT!" He roared, threatening to throw the boy out himself though who he was threatening, he wasn't sure.
As Kumon scrambled to get his things together a shame rushed over Azami he hated. He knew better than this. He was the Ginsenkai heir, so he grew up being lectured to keep his alpha instincts in check. Yet here he was, the whiff of one little omega somewhere and he loses his mind.
As Kumon rushed out the door, Sakoda quietly entered, presumably the sound of him yelling had caught his attention. "Azami?"
Azami knew he was only concerned, but he couldn't help but feel anger at him as well. Climbing into his bed, he began to bark orders at the older man. "Ken, don't let anyone else in here, especially not that shitty old man."
"But this is--" Sakoda withered against Azami's gaze
"I don't want to do something I'll end up regretting."