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Saiki considered lying for a moment. If he told the truth, that he presented as an Alpha, then even more attention would be bestowed on him. If he said he was an Omega he would have people lined up just waiting to ask stupid questions. Beta was the safest answer, but his scent was so prominent even through the scent blocker students were required to wear that even idiots like his “friends” would see right through him.
“Well Saiki, what’s the good news?” Kaido questioned again. The anime hero wannabe had been dubbed a beta, something that both pained and relieved him and Saiki was sure he’d make it everyone else’s problem.
“Alpha.” He tried to block out the sounds of gasping and trilling around him as he picked through the forms handed out to all returning students. Upperclassmen were granted two weeks off from school in the spring when it was most common to present and upon returning had to complete paperwork and forms prohibiting them from openly discriminating against others. Liability waivers also got sent home for parents to sign. Saiki shuddered when he thought of the look on his mother’s face when he came downstairs on day two of his break, irritated and with a new knot.
“That’s great! Not that being an Omega is bad or anything,” Hairo congratulated him while backtracking. “Welcome to the club, bro. I’m sure Nendou will join us when he gets here.”
Saiki immediately drowned out the speech Hairo delved into about the added responsibilities an Alpha student had. He droned on and on about protecting Omega students and being role models while their classmates listened on with only slight skepticism. If he wasn’t so into sports he could make a great motivational speaker. In the midst of Hairo’s nonsense Saiki was the only one to notice Nendou sneaking into class.
Now that was interesting.
Normally Nendou’s appearance was off putting. His testicle shaped chin, small eyes, and bulky frame weren’t exactly attractive, though if you held your hand to cover his chin when he smiled the boy wasn’t half bad. Today though, Nendou looked like a new man.
In place of his male uniform jacket and long pants he wore the girl’s version. Short teal skirt showed off muscular legs cut off by long black socks and loafers. The long sleeve pullover had no undershirt so the creamy skin of his chest peaked through. He was either wearing a wig or had gotten extensions- his short mohawk sporting long blonde waves that covered the right side of his shaved head. His ‘friend’ shuffled into class head down and posture stiff. Around them the guys remained oblivious, but the girls gaped and gasped. They moved as one unit crowding around Nendou’s desk.