Chapter Text
Breakfast? Check.
Lunch box? Check.
Proper uniform? Check.
Hair? Check.
A young man was staring in front of the mirror to do a self-check before going to school. He had golden blonde hair, lime green eyes and a rosy white complexion, which signified that he was a foreigner.
“Thoma, let’s go,” a woman with similar features to him opened the door to his room. “I’ll drive you to the station.”
“Okay, Mom,” the young man replied.
This young man was called Thoma, a 17-year-old sophomore in high school. He came from a single parent family with a single alpha mother, and, like her, he manifested as an alpha. He transferred to Tokyo since his mother was also transferred there for work. He was regarded as a stud at his previous school and everybody liked him for his pleasant looks and easygoing attitude.
Today was his first day as a transferee at K University’s affiliated elevator school1 (his mother insisted to give him the best she can since he was born an alpha too), of which 80% of its student population are alphas and the rest are unconfirmed. Since he was going to be in a completely different environment from where he used to be, he had to recheck his appearance every now and then, and review his Japanese language lessons.
He went to the carpark together with his mother, as they live in a high-rise complex. His mother was able to get a car as she could afford one with her salary without risking their comfort.
“Hey, Thoma,” his mother spoke as she turned on the car. “Tell me if something happens at school, okay? After all, I kinda did force you to come here with me.”
“Don’t worry about it, Mom,” Thoma shook his head with a smile. “I came here because we only have each other.”
“Aww, my son’s already grown up,” his mother ruffled his golden hair, messing it up.
“Mom! I fixed my hair twenty times this morning!” Thoma cried, grabbing an emergency comb from the compartment in front of the passenger’s seat to fix his hair.
“You shouldn’t stress yourself out this much, your hair’s as good as it gets! You look more natural this way,” his mother helped him fix the standing strands on his head as she was driving.
“You’re only saying that because I’m your son,” Thoma retorted.
“Pro~bably,” his mother messed up his hair even further.
“Mom!”
“And we’re here~” his mother stopped the car in front of the train station and gave Thoma a kiss on the cheek as he got out of the car. “Enjoy your new school, Thoma!”
“Sure thing, Mom,” Thoma left for the ticket booth dejectedly.
When he got to the ticket booth, he remembered that he did not study the process of getting tickets, and everything was in Japanese, so he was having difficulty understanding. The line was getting long behind him, and the people were starting to get pissed off, so he was standing nervously in front of the booth, feeling apologetic.
“Hello, need some help?” A cheerful male voice spoke in fluent English. This guy tapped Thoma on the shoulder and continued, “I saw you standing here for a while now, so I thought you might be stuck or something.”
“Oh, hi,” Thoma turned to the young man behind him, who looked like they were the same age, and smiled wryly, replying in English as well. “Yes, I do need help. I forgot to go to the station on the weekends to practice buying tickets, and now I’m stuck with this. I’m so sorry for bothering you.”
“It’s fine, fellow schoolmates should help each other,” the young man said with a happy expression.
Now that Thoma looked closely, this young man wore the same uniform as him. His face was refreshingly handsome, accented with light-colored hair and clear, inexplicably colored eyes; it was clear, however, despite his lighter hair and eye color, that he was somewhat Japanese. He was tall, but Thoma was taller than him. And around him, for some reason, there was a pleasant smell that reminded him of aquamarine.
“Thank you so much!” Thoma smiled at him brightly.
“You’re welcome,” the young man replied while getting a ticket from the booth. When he finished, he gave it to Thoma and said, “Let’s go.”
“Okay!” Thoma followed the young man closely to the train.
The young man was able to get a seat beside the train door on the left side, so he sat down, took an old book out of his bag and read it. Thoma was not able to take a seat, though, so he stood in front of the young man, holding onto the grip. He would sometimes stare at the young man, who would also glance at him at times, then they would smile at each other when their eyes met.
When they arrived at the station close to the school, the young man stood up, put his book back in his bag, and told Thoma, “We’re finally here.”
“Oh, nice,” Thoma responded. “Shall we?”
“Thanks for letting me go first,” the young man got off the train. Thoma followed soon after that and they both walked on the road to school.
They were walking quietly for the past few minutes, but then the young man felt that it was too quiet that he had to break the ice.
“Um, are you an exchange student or a transferee?” The young man asked, still speaking in English. Thoma was enjoying the walk going to school with the unknown company so this startled him a bit.
“Oh, I’m a transferee. My mom might be transferred here in Japan permanently so I decided to go with her,” Thoma replied, smiling. “By the way, I can speak a bit of Japanese if that makes you comfortable.”
“No, no, it’s okay, I also have to brush up on my English skills,” the young man shook his head cheerfully. “And what year are you in?”
“Sophomore… uh, wait, second year,” Thoma answered, correcting himself upon the assumption that the young man might not understand what he meant.
“We’re the same, then! Also, I haven’t seen you before, so I guess you just transferred?”
“Yep, I only got accepted by the school last week. I was also quite busy unpacking our stuff so I wasn’t able to practice for the ticket booth,” Thoma chuckled.
“I see,” the young man also chuckled. “Oh, we’re at school now.”
“So fast! Well, I’m heading this way, so see you later! Thanks for earlier!” Thoma waved goodbye and went towards the administration building in a rush that he forgot to give his name to the young man.
“See you…” The young man waved back, and headed in the opposite direction.
Thoma’s business in the administration building was that he had to visit his homeroom teacher before going to his classroom so that he could be properly introduced to his classmates. He listened to the strangely young lady principal’s words too before following his homeroom teacher to the classroom.
“Oh, yes, Thoma-kun,” the homeroom teacher spoke to him in Japanese as they walked down the hallway. “Before I forget, is Japanese okay with you? Or do you prefer English?”
Thoma took a bit of time to reply to the teacher as he had to formulate the sentence in his mind: “Sensei, I’m okay with Japanese. I’ll just ask if I don’t understand.”
“That’s the spirit!” She patted him on the back strongly. “If you ever run into difficulties, just talk to me, okay?”
“Got it, sensei,” Thoma wryly chuckled.
They arrived at a classroom with the label 2-A, and the homeroom teacher opened the door, greeting the students cheerfully with “Good morning, class!”
“Stand up, greet2, sit down,” the students all repeated this line together as she got in.
“As for today’s agenda, I want you guys to meet Thoma-kun,” the homeroom teacher said as she wrote Thoma’s name on the blackboard in katakana3 . “He came all the way here from the US. Come here, Thoma-kun, introduce yourself~!”
“Hello, I’m Thoma, and I’m an alpha. I transferred to Japan because of my mom’s work. I may not know much, but I look forward to getting along with you all!” Thoma smoothly got all his words out in Japanese, even flashing a peace sign with a smile at the last part, but he practiced his speech before entering the classroom.
Unexpectedly, though, when Thoma scanned the people inside the classroom, the young man from earlier who helped him was there, and even had an identical-looking girl to his (Thoma’s) left. The young man noticed that Thoma was looking, so he also flashed a friendly smile and waved lightly without anybody else noticing.
“Hmm, the free seat is beside Kamisato-kun, so your seat is there!” The homeroom teacher pointed at the seat next to the aforementioned young man, which in turn made him a bit shocked. “Also, Kamisato-kun, please guide Thoma-kun around! Thanks!”
So his name was Kamisato, Thoma thought. He walked to his new seat and spoke in English with a smile, “We meet again.”
“That is indeed so,” the young man called Kamisato smiled at him too, nodding. “I didn’t expect us to be classmates, though. By the way, my name is Kamisato Ayato, again, nice to meet you. You can call me Ayato.”
“Nice to meet you again, too, Ayato,” Thoma beamed.
“Well then, it’s time for our class, so take out your textbooks and turn to page 103,” the teacher said.
“Did you already buy your textbooks?” Ayato asked.
“I was gonna get them after class,” Thoma answered.
“Then, let’s share~ c’mon, drag your desk and seat over,” Ayato brought his desk closer to Thoma, and so the latter met him halfway.
“So she actually teaches English class,” Thoma realized when he saw the textbook contents.
“Yeah, but Hiratsuka-sensei’s accent can be quite stiff, haha,” Ayato laughed quietly.
“Oh, right, speaking of accents,” Thoma whispered, “Your accent is really good, it really feels natural to talk to you in English.”
“T-thanks for the compliment,” Ayato blushed, slightly feeling both proud and shy.
Thoma felt shy at that sight as well. For some reason, he did not want to look away from Ayato at all. He could smell the pleasant aquamarine scent more than at the station, and this made him stare at Ayato more.
“Thoma?” Ayato called in a whisper.
“O-oh, sorry,” Thoma apologized. “I must’ve made you uncomfortable.”
“No, it’s fine,” Ayato shook his head. “By the way, has anybody told you that you smell of agarwood?”
“No, not that I know of,” Thoma replied. “How does that even smell?”
“Woody, musky, floral, vanilla, all mixed in one,” Ayato responded. “It’s used in incense, and it smells pleasant.”
“I smell like incense? That’s new,” Thoma chuckled.
“...To give us a demonstration in subject-verb agreement, Thoma-kun,” the teacher, whose last name is Hiratsuka, called him for recitation, still speaking in Japanese.
“Yes, sensei!” Thoma immediately stood up and shouted. He was startled when Hiratsuka called him. He then spoke in English with a simple line, “The fox jumps over the fence.”
“What is the subject?”
“The fox,” Thoma answered.
“The verb?”
“‘Jumps’ is the verb,” Thoma responded, still in English.
“What makes this example correct, class?” Hiratsuka turned to the other students. “You can sit down now, Thoma-kun, thank you.”
Ayato raised his hand.
“Yes, Kamisato-kun?”
“The subject, which is the fox, is singular, and the verb, in this case the word ‘jumps’, is also in singular form,” Ayato answered in English, then his next line was switched to Japanese. “Does anyone need a translation?”
“N-no, and that is correct, Kamisato-kun,” Hiratsuka commented.
“Wow, as expected of Ayato-sama!” “Kamisato-kun’s English is amazing! As expected of the number one alpha in the school!” “Of course, the student council president is perfect!” All sorts of fangirling could be heard in the background, coming from most of their classmates of which majority are alphas, singing praises for Ayato. Of course, these sentences were all in Japanese.
Ayato took his seat gracefully while smiling at his classmates.
“I knew you were handsome and capable, but I never knew that you had an entire class as a fanclub, though I can’t say I didn’t expect it,” Thoma grinned at Ayato.
“Ah, well, you know, since I’m the student council president,” Ayato rubbed the back of his neck, turning shy as he spoke to Thoma.
“Right, right, I heard someone say ‘seito kaichou’,” Thoma said. “So that’s ‘student council president’ in Japanese?”
“Yeah, haha,” Ayato chuckled. “You pick up words fast. By the way, is going on the tour at lunch okay with you?”
“Sure, we can have lunch after that then,” Thoma answered.
They had class until lunchtime. When their last class in the morning ended, Ayato was approached by a girl who looked almost exactly like him before he stood up. Thoma was, at the time, taking out a microwavable container containing a lunch attempt his mother made, a tumbler containing water, and a cutlery pouch. There were also people who wanted to talk to Thoma, but they did not want to bother Ayato as the two were going on a tour, so they left for lunch.
“Nii-sama,” the girl addressed Ayato in Japanese.
“Ayaka, what is it?” Ayato asked her. Compared to regular Japanese, his speech sounded more archaic.
“Shall I wait for you for lunch?” The girl called Ayaka enquired.
“No need, I’ll be eating with Thoma after the tour,” Ayato replied.
“I see,” Ayaka sighed. “I hope you really do eat your lunch. Furuta-san told me last night that you didn’t eat a bite out of your lunchbox last week.”
“I will, don’t worry,” Ayato smiled at her, as if reassuring her, then he turned to Thoma and spoke in English, “Oh, right, Thoma, meet my younger twin sister, Ayaka.”
“Nice to meet you,” Thoma said this to Ayaka in Japanese, extending a hand to her.
“Nice to meet you, too,” Ayaka reciprocated the greeting and the handshake. “I place my brother in your care4.”
“Um, what?” Thoma was confused with the first word he heard.
“She meant ‘older brother’, which is me,” Ayato cleared it up for Thoma.
“Oh, I see,” Thoma responded to Ayato, then he turned to Ayaka, speaking in Japanese. “Sorry, I’m not used to formal Japanese yet.”
“I see, I see,” Ayaka nodded and smiled. “I’ll try to talk to you in a more normal way then. I won’t keep you now, go on, have the tour, or else you’ll be late.”
“Okay, we’re going now,” Thoma pulled Ayato lightly by his wrist and waved Ayaka goodbye.
“Ah, wait, let me get my lunch box first,” Ayato pulled a cloth-covered container from his bag as he was being pulled.
Ayato brought Thoma to the cafeteria, guiding him with anything that might seem unfamiliar.
“This is the school cafeteria,” Ayato spoke. “We have a vending machine where you can get meal stubs, and you have to present the meal stubs at the counter where the lunch ladies are. By the way, the food here can be quite pricey, so I recommend bringing your own lunch. Meals here are tasty, though.”
“Uh-huh,” Thoma had a blank expression; food excited him but learning the fact that the food was expensive at the cafeteria made him feel ‘meh’.
They headed to the school library, which was almost as big as a community library in Japan.
“The library here has some impressive collections, some of which even came from the Warring States period, the 1500s,” Ayato commented. “We also have other out-of-print international classics in their original languages, if you’re interested.”
“Right…” It seemed too impressive to Thoma that he almost decided not to step into that library ever again. Good thing that he decided against it, though.
They then went to the laboratories.
“The chemistry laboratory is one of my favorite places in the school,” Ayato said. “They have a lot of dangerous chemicals here, and we get to do a lot of experiments here. Also, only the teachers and I have the key.”
“Why is that?” Thoma asked.
“Well, I am the student council president,” Ayato replied proudly.
“By the way, I don’t know if you’re gonna be comfortable with my question,” Thoma said. “I mean no offense, really, but, are you an omega? I know I heard you were an alpha earlier, but the smell that’s coming from you has a pleasant aqua-like scent.”
“I didn’t mean to hide it, but the students here misunderstood, and the teachers and I didn’t correct them just because,” Ayato chuckled. “I mean, it was obvious, right? I told you earlier that you smell of agarwood.”
“Oh, right, that,” Thoma thought back from this morning. “The incense thing.”
The aquamarine scent Thoma had been smelling since earlier became thicker, to the point that it was pleasantly suffocating for him. It was like he was enveloped by water itself, yet he wanted to drown into it more. But despite that relaxing feeling, it was stoking a passion Thoma never felt before, even in his previous heats.
For Ayato, the scent of agarwood was also gradually getting thicker. He felt the passion burning along with Thoma’s scent, which was getting him aroused. I’m not in heat, but it’s like I’m in one , he thought.
“You… are you doing it on purpose?” Thoma was slowly losing his grip on his rationality.
“Probably,” Ayato grinned at him. “Well, I knew from the start that you were my mate.”
“I… wasn’t sure… but I like your smell…” Thoma was on his last senses. Any more than this, he was going to snap.
“Me too,” Ayato kissed Thoma on the lips, nibbling on the lower lip before letting go. “Go wild.”
“I can’t… I shouldn’t…” Thoma was still rational, trying to keep himself away from Ayato.
“Why not?” Ayato was already putting his hands inside Thoma’s pants. “You’re already like this, isn’t it painful?”
“Even if… it’s painful… I don’t want… to hurt… others… I’m scared...”
“Tsk, you’re no fun,” Ayato clicked his tongue. “Don’t worry, though, you won’t hurt me.”
“If that’s the case, then…” Thoma gave up resisting, as if Ayato’s previous words were a spell.
“...that’s it! There!” Ayato, flushed and with disheveled clothes, was on top of the lab counter at the back bending on his stomach, getting fucked by Thoma. He was moaning incessantly, with the intensity increasing every time his sweet spot was hit.
“It’s so warm inside you… Ah, I should cover your neck,” Thoma was thrusting in and out of Ayato hazily, placing his left hand on the latter’s neck.
“It’d be fine if you bite me— ah!” Ayato felt like he was going insane. “My stomach feels so full with you inside me… I can’t stop moving!”
“I’m close…” Thoma’s movements got faster.
“Eh— woah! Too intense! Ah, coming! I’m—!” Ayato automatically switched to Japanese when these lines came out of his mouth.
Thoma’s whole body was spasming on Ayato’s back, and the former was being silent about it. It lasted for around five minutes, in which Ayato was constantly moaning the entire time.
“Why didn’t you bite my neck?” Ayato asked while they were cleaning the mess they made in the laboratory.
“I don’t think it’s time yet,” Thoma answered. “We just met this morning.”
“Well, aren’t you a rational guy,” Ayato commented.
The bell was ringing, which meant that lunch break was ending. They just finished cleaning their mess, so they had no time to eat lunch.
“Let’s go back to class,” Ayato said, but Thoma only took out his lunch set.
“We should eat first,” Thoma spoke while opening his container. “Ooh, Mom made pasta. She should know that pasta doesn’t taste that good when cold, though.”
“Why are you eating your lunch?!” Ayato cried out.
“Why not? Let’s eat!” Thoma dug into his pasta.
“Fine then,” Ayato helplessly took out the three-tier lunch box and chopsticks from the cloth he was carrying earlier. The extravagant paulownia box was basically shining, but its contents? Not quite. “Ah, they’ve put my favorites. Rice, some serving of surströmming5, stinky tofu, Jinhua ham6, egg rolls, fried chicken— oh no! They forgot to put natto7 for my rice! I have to call home!”
Ayato took his smartphone out and clicked a contact to call. In only one ring, the other end responded.
Thoma, at this moment, was about to die from the smell of Ayato’s lunch.
“Hello?” An old woman’s voice spoke in Japanese.
“Hello, Furuta-san? It’s me, Ayato. Why did you forget to put natto in my lunch?” Ayato asked with slight disappointment in his voice.
“Sorry for the mishap, young master,” Furuta on the other end of the line apologized sincerely, using archaic Japanese. “I had Koharu assemble today’s lunch for both you and young miss, since she needs to learn the way of the kitchen, but it seems she still has so much to learn.”
“It’s okay, just don’t forget to put them tomorrow,” Ayato smiled. “Okay, Furuta-san, thanks for the lunch!”
“You’re welcome, young master. I hope you enjoy today’s lunch,” Furuta cheerfully said.
“I will! Thanks again!” Ayato ended the call and gave thanks for the food.
“Was that your servant? As expected of a rich kid in a rich kid school,” Thoma grinned, suppressing the urge of coughing, but in the end he could not hold back. “Cough, ugh, is that surströmming in your lunch?”
“Yeah, why? You don’t like it?” Ayato asked. “It’s really good though. Say ‘ah’~”
“No thanks, I’m bad with it,” Thoma rejected Ayato’s offer, but all of a sudden something was shoved into his mouth. “What the—”
“Egg roll,” Ayato smirked. “You thought it was surströmming? Hahaha. Tasty, right?”
“Yeah,” Thoma chewed the rest of the egg roll and swallowed it.