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Kyoutani didn’t know what happened during second year that made everyone stop being so afraid of him, but he had a distinct feeling it had something to do with Oikawa. Most of his high school problems had something to do with Oikawa. Even now that the setter was in another country, Kyoutani had to deal with bullshit from him in the form of alphas thinking it was okay to approach him.
How it spread around the school that the volleyball team’s ace was an omega, but not that he was in a relationship, Kyoutani would never know.
The omega was meant to meet Yahaba and Watari for lunch like usual, but an unfamiliar alpha cornered him as soon as he stepped out of his classroom. The alpha’s scent was overpowering, and he backed Kyoutani uncomfortably close to the wall outside his classroom as he explained that he’d just learned Kyoutani was an omega.
Kyoutani’s arms were crossed over his chest as he half-listened to the alpha’s rambling confession that he had clearly not planned out. Kyoutani already knew he was just interested in seeing if he could ‘tame’ the mad dog.
The alpha, who Kyoutani had forgotten the name of moments after he introduced himself, finally stopped talking and held out chocolate. It was a basic courting gift, and some omegas might’ve been pleased with it coming from an alpha they liked. Kyoutani took the chocolate and then said bluntly, “I’m not going out with you.”
Sliding to the side so the alpha no longer blocked him, Kyoutani tried to walk off. He was held back as the alpha grabbed his wrist and yanked him back. Kyoutani whipped his head around in surprise, and he found the alpha was frowning deeply.
“Why not?”
Before Kyoutani could react to the question, they were interrupted. Both Kyoutani and the alpha holding him looked over as two alpha first years hurried towards them.
“Kyoutani-senpai! Are you okay?!”
Scoffing at the newest additions to his irritation, Kyoutani rolled his eyes and then ripped his arm away from the alpha’s grip.
“I don’t need a fucking reason to not go out with you.”
The first years stopped in their tracks, watching in awe as Kyoutani tore into the alpha.
“You cornered me. You’ve been trying to use your scent on me. Your confession was half-assed because the only thing you know about me is that I’m an omega and you’re convinced your alpha bravado can make me submit or some dumb shit like that. Who the hell would want to date you?”
The scene had gained a bit of attention, a couple of students watching them, and Kyoutani wanted so badly to throw a punch for good measure.
Instead, he huffed out, “And I have a boyfriend, dumbass.”
Kyoutani started walking down the hall successfully this time, more than ready to be done with the situation, and he forgot about the first years until they both caught up to walk on either side of him.
“Woah, Kyoutani-senpai! That was awesome.”
“I told you to stop calling me senpai, Murakami. Why are you two following me?”
“Because!” Nishiyama moved to walk backward in front of the other two as they all headed outside. “Yahaba-senpai said we should come have lunch with all of you!”
Kyoutani groaned because of course perfect captain Yahaba had to invite the first years to lunch with them. He could barely stand his boyfriend and Watari, let alone annoying first years who refused to leave him alone no matter how mean he was.
“Don’t call Yahaba senpai either,” Kyoutani added, smirking a little as they neared the other third years. “He doesn’t deserve respect.”
“Excuse you?” Yahaba scowled at the omega, both Kyoutani and Watari laughing at his expense.
Plopping down beside his boyfriend, Kyoutani pulled out the chocolate he’d been given, handing it over. “Don’t worry your pretty head about what I said. You might mess up your hair.”
Yahaba shoved Kyoutani hard enough to make him fall backward off of the bench, but Kyoutani just snickered as he got right back up.
“Ignore their flirting, please. It’s not going to stop,” Watari told the first years, gesturing for them to sit, beaming at the couple across from him as they both flipped him off.
“As if I’d flirt with Mad Dog,” Yahaba said while wrapping his arm around Kyoutani’s shoulders to drag him closer. Yahaba frowned a bit then, turning his head to press his nose to Kyoutani’s hair. “You smell like an alpha.”
“Where do you think I got the chocolate?”
“Yahaba-senpai, it was crazy!” Nishiyama interrupted, sounding genuinely surprised. “We were coming to meet you here, but some alpha was talking to Kyoutani-senpai and had him pressed up against a wall! He turned him down and tried to leave, but the guy grabbed him and asked why he wouldn’t go out with him!”
Murakami nodded along with Nishiyama’s retelling of what happened. “We were going to help, but then Kyoutani humiliated the fuck out of him. It was pretty awesome.”
Watari began laughing and hid it behind his hand when Kyoutani glared his way. Yahaba grinned at Kyoutani, though he did subtly squeeze the back of his neck possessively.
“Kyoutani humiliating alphas? No way,” Yahaba said sarcastically, making Watari laugh harder.
“What? Has it happened before?” Murakami asked, looking between all the third years.
Watari nodded, explaining while smiling at Kyoutani’s scowl, “Let’s just say you probably don’t need to help Kyoutani with alphas.”
“Probably nothing,” Kyoutani huffed out. “I don’t need help. Especially from alphas.”
At the confused looks on the first years’ faces, Yahaba continued, “The only reason he humiliated that guy instead of just punching him in the face is because he’ll get banned from volleyball for a month the next time he punches someone.”
The omega had begun eating while they talked, and he stabbed at his food aggressively. “I should be allowed to punch alphas who annoy me.”
“Then you’d be punching Yahaba every day,” Watari teased.
Yahaba sighed dramatically, dropping his head into Kyoutani’s shoulder. “He already does.”
“Yeah, but you usually hit me back,” Kyoutani pushed Yahaba off so they could both eat. “And we make out afterward so that cancels it out.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t have agreed to lunch with the third years,” Murakami said, making a disgusted face.
“Just think about it. I have to deal with their shit all the time!”
“Watari-senpai, you’re a saint!” Nishiyama cried before finding out what it was like to be on the receiving end of Kyoutani’s punch.