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The weather started to change around him. Tsukishima Kei was trying to rush to his favorite bakery after tutoring.
A damn headache is what it was if you asked him. The university path is an expensive one. Over the course he’s had to pick up odd jobs in tutoring to make sure he actually gets his own studying in while the other morons try to keep up.
The Bakery is one block away from campus, it’s technically not in campus, but close enough that he’s able to walk from the library.
The smell of the baked goods entices you completely the moment you walk within a block from the small own shop. He found a flyer during February advertising their strawberry shortcake and that’s how he found himself working for the Yamaguchi.
The owners of the bakery had an odd attachment to Kei, he was on first name basis with them, close enough that he’s been over their humbled home for tea or hot chocolate.
As an Alpha, Tsukishima was sought after, he was after all on the dean’s list, played volleyball and happened to come from a mix family from high pedigree.
The Yamaguchi’s spend half of their time talking up their Omega son, their only son at that, but kept the conversation to a minimum.
They brought Tsukishima around the house so the faint scent that came off of his clothing and what little of his scent slipped out of his patch, would be left around for their omega son, it’s supposed to help ease the Omega to the Alpha’s strong scent.
Tsukishima had never seen pictures of their son, he’s never asked for them and it seemed the Yamaguchi weren’t the kind to force pictures onto people. Which he was so fucking glad. However, it was infuriating that they were the ones courting him.
That’s one practice that had died off maybe a century ago, but it wasn’t uncommon for parents to court an Alpha. It was a way to keep an Omega pure.
Saturday afternoon-like today- Kei goes into the small bakery shop and helps out till closing time, then he’ll help count inventory of all the bread, pastries and on the rare occasions; meat buns. He wasn’t close enough to know the recipe they use on the filling. Their meat buns sold out within an hour, so it’s rare if they ever have some left at closing time (unless Mrs.Yamaguchi set some aside for him.)
Now, he doesn’t do it for money or for the free meat buns he knows they’ll be some set aside for him. No. He does it all from the goodness in his heart, and what resides in the goodness in his heart? Strawberry shortcake.
Tsukishima has learned that the strawberry shortcake are made by the Yamaguchis’ son.
The smell of strawberry is potent. He’s smelled it in their home. Tsukishima had asked at one point if they had baked strawberry short cake and the Yamaguchi’s looked at each other, smiled and looked back at him with pleased smirks.
On the the fourth week of visiting, they presented him a slice of strawberry shortcake and watched as he took the first bite. The pastry is so fluffy, so soft and moist, the strawberries cut fresh, succulent and if he dares use the word: Salivating.
If Tsukishima was a meat head Alpha, he would have missed the sweet taste of slick.
That’s also an old fashioned practice, once he consumed the treat laced with slick, if his rut triggered, he would advance to the next stage.
They gave him notice to pack a three day bag and gave him a room fixed to his Alpha needs. He didn’t bat an eye the moment the first bite hit his taste buds. The slick tasted exactly like strawberry’s and his mouth instantly watered. He was glad the Yamaguchi’s stepped out of the room after the initial bite, he was embarrassed at how quickly he devoured the treat.
The room was full of their son’s dirty clothing. Things that would get him through his rut. In return, he had to nut in a cup and knock on the door three times for Mr.Yamaguchi to take said cup and mix the semen in their son’s favorite treat.
Which he faintly remembers it’s soggy French fries.
Wondering how the Yamaguchi’s would present his cum to their son drove him insane as he kept fucking into the cocksleeve they equipped him with. Just thinking of the strawberry smell all around him, fogged up his brain. Would their son use his semen as a dip, would they pour his semen over the soggy fries?
He wanted to be the chosen Alpha as his Alpha counterpart wanted to mate with the unknown Omega.
The problem is, the Yamaguchi’s rarely spoke of their son’s personality. Tsukishima as a person isn’t interested enough to know much about him, but the bits he does know, he has a feeling he could fall in love with him just for the fact that he basically knows the key ingredient to his heart.
Tsukishima scoffs at his Alpha because it’s absurd someone can fall in love with a scent alone, but this is the whole purpose of going blind, to make sure they’re completely compatible all across the board.
But the Omega isn’t just calling his Alpha; It’s calling his soul.
He can already taste it, can already picture himself savoring his soon-to-be omega. Can already see himself worshiping the ground the omega walks on.
That’s another practice that is still ongoing. Female omegas are revered, ultimately worshipped. They are the source of their fruits, without them, they wouldn’t be able to procreate-populate.
Male omegas however are frowned upon, unless they are mated. They only offer a good hole to fuck, infertile and mostly kept in alpha rut clinics. A mated omega is considered lucky and wealthy. Only a handful of Alpha’s could afford a Male omega.
Tsukishima is considered a very lucky man to have a pure omega in his life. The Yamaguchi’s aren’t wealthy, but owning a bakery allows them the privilege to keep their omega son in their home instead of a institution.
The wind is a bit nippy and it brings him back to the present, his thoughts long lost as reminds himself, he had forgotten his windbreaker back in his dorm and purposefully left behind his favorite scarf, the scarf that his brother sent him had some cute Dino’s and he mostly left it behind because-while he didn’t give a shit about people’s opinions, he did get tired of the guys in the Volleyball team heckle him and pull on it. It was all for good fun, he knew.
Kuroo had been the main culprit. In his last effort of tug-o-war, he strained the fabric and its been annoyingly left with a rift. Regardless, Kuroo is one of his best friends. He had a small circle of alpha and omega friends that included Kenma, Keiji and Kotaro. He just never called Tetsuro by his first name out of spite. You know to negate the fact that he’s his best friend.
The idots were coupled off. Kuroo (alpha) with Kenma (omega)and Kotaro (alpha) with Keiji (omega). Always giving him a hard time about finding a partner, but at the moment all he’s worry about had been his grades, food and who’s he’s going to tutor for money.
The omega had been an ever imposing train of thought since his first forced rut, after consuming the omega’s slick, he knows he would never be the same and if he was being honest with himself, he didn’t care to be.
Communication isn’t his strong suit, which is why he is currently afraid of scaring the omega away. He knows that the day will come when the Yamaguchi’s will be comfortable enough to let their son be around him.
He’s not sure if they’ll follow tradition and it’ll be a supervised first meeting or who knows, there’s been a few rules that haven’t completely been followed.
Which is why he feels completely blindsided.
The bell chimed the moment he opened the door breaking him out of his trance and the sweet delicious smell assaulted his senses, he could fucking taste the sweet smell, his taste buds already having a faint recollection of those delicious meat buns and that huge slice of strawberry shortcake laced with...
“You must be Kei.”
Tsukishima looks up to see a gorgeous guy with freckles sprinkled over his cheeks and nose. How adorable could this guy be? It didn’t take long to realize who he is. This was definitely the Yamaguchi’s son, how could he not connect the dots. He looked exactly like his father, but had his mother’s personality.
But most importantly, his strawberry scent. It oozed out of his sweat glands. The omega wasn’t wearing a patch.
Tsukishima was paralyzed, the omega’s beauty left him speechless and it knew his name. He didn’t even know his name.
“You are?”
“Yamaguchi Tadashi.” The omega smiled at him.
“I assume I can call you that since you took the liberty to call me by my first name.” The vitriol behind his remark lacked the acidity that he would normally put forth.
“I’m sorry, I’ve hear so much about you, I’ve done things with your, uhm it’s nice to meet you,” The red coloring his face looked adorable.
“It’s okay,” Tsukishima mumbled a bit, pushing his glasses back on the bridge of his nose. “Where’s your parents?”
“They should be in a few hours, I told them I could look after the shop, they informed me you normally work Saturday’s starting at seven am,” Yamaguchi turned around and played with the coffee machine as he pushed a button to get the brew he wanted, “it’s not hard, I can run the shop in my sleep.” His voice was dreamy as he sniffed the coffee beans.
“Your mother normally has a list for me to do,” He shifted awkwardly on his feet. The aroma that wafted into the already heady smell of fresh baked goods had him closing his eyes, inhaling deep. He’s never smelled coffee like this.
“She didn’t leave one, like I said... I told her I could take care of it, what does she normally make you do?”
“Normally just the register on weekdays and the inventory at the end of the shift, but on Saturday’s, I normally help her out with the meat buns and some of the pastries.” He shrugged his shoulder like it’s no big deal, it wasn’t. He liked helping Mrs.Yamaguchi as much as he could. She’s an older lady after all, older than his mom. She looked ready to retire any day now, which is why they started to court Tsukishima in hopes that he’ll be compatible with Yamaguchi.
“I wanted to thank you for spending your time with my mother,” Tadashi spoke as if he had read Tsukishima’s mind. “She talks about you, but not about your Alpha. I suppose that’s not her right. My Omega wants to meet your Alpha, it’s all it talks about,” He had a fond smile on his face and looked at the coffee pot. The liquid was brewing slowly; rich and dark.
“My Alpha wants the same, but I would like to get to know you first. Your parents hardly talk about you, I didn’t even know your name.” He didn’t meant to be so harsh with his words, but that’s exactly how things had been presented to him.
“My mother’s side of the family is big on the traditional side of mating, my father doesn’t care about tradition at this age, but he respects my mothers wishes.”
The small beep from the coffee machine broke up that conversation, giving them a small break into whatever awkwardness they were heading. Tsukishima felt like he could return the favor and keep Mrs. Yamaguchi out of their mouths as well. After all Tsukishima doubted he could say something Yamaguchi didn’t know already.
“We should get to work.” Tsukishima mumbled
“Oh, sorry. I already did the list,” Yamaguchi sheepishly smiles, “get yourself a cup of coffee and I’ll show you how to make the cream filling for the strawberry short cake.”
Kei couldn’t have heard him correctly, right? The last memory of the cream filling had been laced with Yamaguchi’s slick and it was hard to ignore how his dick stirs in his jeans.
“Really?” He didn’t care if he sounded excited, his face must look manic and he doesn’t care. His smile hurt his jaw, but his Birthday and Christmas must have come in and bundled themselves into one day. This is the best gift he could have ever gotten. This was even better than the career he’ll get once he graduates from the University he’s currently attending.
Well, not really, but even as he know that the omega wouldn’t be using his slick on this batch, it still excites him.
Tsukishima’s excitement was smelled in the small bakery. Yamaguchi’s pupils dilated as he smelled the excitement being released heavily into the air. It permeates the small room, sinks into his skin, so thick his tongue can already taste it; tastebuds already swimming in joy. “You smell amazing.” Yamaguchi exclaimed.
“I-“
The universe played him dirty. He should have known that it wouldn’t be this easy. Meeting his possible future mate (He’s fucking smitten and he wants Yamaguchi to be the father of his children.) wanting to teach him his cream filling recipe, but damn it all, damn his idiotic friends.
The door opening and a frantic Akaashi looking around the shop sent a small panic scent into the room and he definitely should have noticed that there was a tall rugged man missing. “Keiji, where’s Kou?”
“I don’t know!” He starts to fidget in place “Kei, I don’t know!”
“Calm down. Here,” Yamaguchi hands Akaashi a cup of coffee and pushes the cream dispenser and a few packets of sugar his way. “When was the last time you talked to him?”
“Last night, he was supposed to meet up with Tetsu, but he never showed up.”
“I’m sure he’s lost and wondering about,” Tsukishima thinks out loud, “the idiot got lost from building A to building G last week.” Bokuto unfortunately was a meat head.
“I feel lost,” Yamaguchi wants to be helpful, Tsukishima sees it in his features, but explaining the calamity that is Bokuto... well they’ll be there all day.
“It’s our dorms,” Akaashi replies. “Sometimes he’s so absorbed into his own head, he can easily forget his left from right.”
“Oh.”
“Can you please come with me and help me find him?” Akaashi pleads and this might be the first time his moral compass shatters and he has a mind to decline his request, but he knows his friend is more important than the cream filling for the strawberry shortcake, but it’s not just the cream filling, it’s his time with the handsome Omega.
Tsukishima doesn’t want to leave Yamaguchi behind. His Alpha forbids it and he’s stuck in place. “My Alpha won’t allow me to leave my future Omega,” he’s stuck in place.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Akaashi looks between them both. Tsukishima’s alpha is repulsed by Akaashi’s omega. Doesn’t want to respond to the distress the omega is displaying.
“I can call my parents to come to the shop,” Yamaguchi takes ahold of Akaashi’s hand, a soft strawberry scent is released and both Akaashi and Tsukishima start to relax.
“Ok,” Tsukishima’s Alpha releases its own scent right after Yamaguchi. His Alpha doesn’t want to be disturbed. Doesn’t want to be separated from his Omega.
Bokuto better have a good fucking explanation.