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“Yo-chan and Kaiser are kinda cute together, aren’t they?”

The sunlight streaming in from a nearby window falls into your face, highlighting the disbelief etched into your features. Your head snaps up so quick it makes your neck throb painfully, moving so suddenly from it’s previous position bent over your laptop forcing a small hiss from your lips. The man sitting across from you only barks out a laugh at your confusion, one so light you would’ve thought he was telling you a simple joke and not the most ridiculous sentence you’ve heard in your life. Hiori stretches himself across the table, the mischief swirling around in the lighter part of his eyes enough to make you roll your eyes in response.

“Sorry, where is this coming from?”

He shrugs his shoulders, letting another wide smile cross his face as you eye him carefully. Against your own wishes, you drop your pen into the crevice of your textbooks, giving his delusion your full attention the same way you do every time he says something you can’t ignore.

“It’s this group I got invited into. I’m not kidding, everyone thinks so”

He shuffles back into his seat, thumbs flying across the screen of his phone as your eyebrows crinkle in a way that seems to ask for proof of this so-called “everyone”. It’s taking him a while to find what he’s looking for, and you can’t tell whether that’s because he can’t find anything to back up his claims, or because he as too much evidence. Your eyes snap back up to his when Hiori finally turns the device back to you, a litany of messages shining at you from the sheen of his screen.

The texts consist of what look like the ramblings of several crazy people, theories piled up so high you almost have to read every sentence twice. You’re not entirely surprised though, and that’s the other thing currently giving you a headache.

For as big as your psychology course is, every single person seems to know both Kaiser and Isagi, even from small glances. You’ve seen it time and time again; Both men and women lining up in front of their classes just to speak with them, an overwhelming amount of students always crowded around the football field just to get a glimpse of the two men play.

Even some of your lecturers can’t help fawning over Isagi every time you wander into their offices. Every time you think about it for longer than a few seconds, it splits your head in two, especially when you consider the fact that both men actually consider you one of their only close friends.

Your thumb glides softly across the screen, punishing your eyes further as you go down the page. The first few texts had seemed like jokes, off-handed comments clearly made to piss people off. The ones you’re reading now are more like full length stories, lines of descriptors you can’t even begin to look up about the potential of your friends’ relationship. You have to stop to take a breath with every bit you scroll up on, your eyes stopping over a particular paragraph that goes in depth on the compatibility of Kaiser’s cloying, sharp rose scent compared to the fresh lemongrass that Isagi gives off. According to another user you stumble upon, Isagi presenting as a dominant omega only makes their theory better.

“Where do you even find these people?” You’re looking back up at Hiori for the first time in a few minutes, mouth hanging open at the device still drooping loosely from your fingers.

“I have my ways..”

He only shrugs, giving you another annoyingly innocent smile as if he didn’t just hand you texts from the depths of hell.

The worst part is, he was right. Given the access to his phone, and the fact the he clearly doesn’t mind, you’ve scrolled through about five separate group chats so far; Either as a sub section from your course, or from some group in the university you don’t know much about. Unfortunately for you, your finger never stops scrolling, and morbid curiosity drags you into your sixth group chat of the hour, immediately stumbling onto a high-quality image that doesn’t match the messages below.

“Ooh, these are my favourite”

Hiori shifts into the seat beside you, pressing his shoulder to yours in a way that blocks the two of you off from the rest of the world. You tilt the phone towards him, watching as he scrolls a bit more before clicking on another picture.

It’s not hard to decipher what you’re looking at; Kaiser’s bright blonde to blue hair dragging your attention in the way it always does, with Isagi seemingly right beside him. It looks like they’re walking to class, almost wrapped up in their own conversation from the animated way Kaiser’s other hand hangs in the air. They’re smushed together in a way you know they would never be caught dead in, but the fan theorists responding to the picture clearly don’t care.

You can vaguely hear Hiori ramble about a few individuals in the group and their responses to the picture still brightly displayed on his device, but that’s not what you’re focused on. There’s one small detail in the image, one that makes the top of your forehead ache again.

At this point, you don’t know what’s making you more upset; The fact that this picture exists as proof of some budding relationship, or the fact that you’re also in that picture and no one seems to have noticed.

You spotted it the second Hiori clicked into the image, the crown of your head peeking out above Kaiser’s arm where you assume it’s slung over your shoulder. But with the angle of the photo itself, and the circumstances of your height compared to Kaiser’s, it looks like he’s trying to hold Isagi instead.

“…I’m in the picture too, y’know”

Hiori finally snaps his mouth shut, glancing between you and the phone with an expression that tells you he doesn’t believe you, one that you want to smack off him.

“Wait.. really?”

He finally leans in and looks properly when you point to the middle of the device, pointing out the unnatural amount of space between them. For a second, it almost looks like he feels bad for you, at least until a deep curiosity takes hold of both of you at the same time, your attention snapping back to the phone as you look for more pictures.

It’s almost sad, how little your presence shows up in images you’re both certain people giggle over everyday. But without fail, you manage to point yourself out in every single photo. It gets easier the longer you do it; A few strands of your hair peeking out from a cropped photo, your books and papers showing in one particularly blurry library snapshot, your body blocked by the arrogant way Kaiser usually spreads himself across the lecture hall seats. Hiori manages to take the phone out of your hands at some point, thumbs still ghosting over the screen as he waves a hand in your direction.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure someone had to have noticed you..”

The end of his sentence trails off as the screen stills over a conversation snippet, whatever’s being talked about clearly making him uncomfortable.

“What? What is it?”

His body shoots away from yours as you try to read the screen over his shoulder, shifting your torso towards his until he’s almost falling out of the booth the two of you are crowded in. The device flicks away from you, tilted at an angle that only lets you see it hang for a second, before the device powers off. But your eyesight it not that bad, you caught a few sentences just before it died.

whos that person always hanging around k & i?
does anyone know.. swr i see them EVERYWHERE
12:57pm 13/04/2026

who? the beta one?
12:59 13/04/2026

yh lol
13:01 13/04/2026

idk they dont talk to anyone else
think theyre in our course tho
13:03 13/04/2026

IDCCC theyre getting in the way of my ship
13:04 13/04/2026

lololol
13:04 13/04/2026

You let a self deprecating huff fall off your lips, the last few texts swirling around in your mind while Hiori watches you carefully, hand inching closer as if to already comfort you. “Getting in the way” was an interesting phrase to use considering the fact that both Isagi and Kaiser had been the ones to approach you first.

It had been a peaceful day the first time you met Isagi, another several hours spent hunched over your textbooks, fighting for the grades you could take back to your parents with pride. You’d been sitting there for so long your stomach had made it it’s new mission to grumble as loud as possible. The last few words of the text you were reading were already in your head, your hand on your wallet as you’d shifted your chair back, ready to head to the nearest vending machine when a can of coffee had landed squarely on the space in front of you.

“You’re in one of my classes.”

You don’t know how long he’d been looming over you, just that you couldn’t take your eyes off how bright his smile was.

“Social Psychology, right?”

It took you a while to realise what he was actually saying, your head bobbing frantically as you’d let the condensation from the coffee melt into your palm. He’d smiled even wider then, snapping his fingers in your direction before settling into the seat across from you so fast you didn’t even have time to tell him otherwise.

“I knew I recognised you, you’re always sitting in front of me in class”

Conversation had flowed a lot easier than you thought possible; Complaints about your coursework, the lectures, some of your classmates bouncing between you two for almost as long as you’d been studying. The reason why he’d approached you in the first place also finds it’s way into your talk; Isagi was meant to be hanging out with a few of his friends, but he’d arrived too early. Trying to get a drink from the machines just outside the library had granted him a second one, and the second he’d walked back in and seen you, he figured now was the best time to strike up a conversation.

He’d left eventually, with his friends soon arriving to drag him back to their table, but not before he’d insisted on getting your number. If it was anyone else, you would’ve assumed they were trying to hit on you, and would’ve retreated back to your room. But for some reason, you’d given in that day, watching as he waved goodbye, your contact gleaming from the phone still clutched in his hands.

Since then, it felt like you’d started seeing Isagi everywhere, aside from class; You bumped into him on your way to your flat, he would call out to you if you happened to pass the campus field while he was there, and you could never take a seat in any of your classes without him sliding in beside you.

And of course his behaviour had gotten Kaiser’s attention, that was the only reason you had the two of them following you around like you owed them money.

“You know what? This is stupid anyway..”

The sound of Hiori’s voice snaps you out of your reverie, your gaze flicking up in time to watch him quickly leave the group chat and power off his phone. The slightly awkward smile he gives you only makes you laugh, a sound that seems to relax him. You don’t mind the comments too much, it’s nothing you haven’t heard some iteration of before, online or in-person. But it irritates you that the messages have got you thinking; It’s no secret people can’t control themselves because of their secondary gender, you’d argue the only thing stopping your friends was their pure dislike for each other.

And if they ever ended up crossing that hatred, where would that leave you?

Hiori shuffles away from the space beside you, gathering his things like he’s just remembered he had somewhere else to be. He responds to the confused stare you give him with a small gesture of his hand, pointing to the library doors behind you, where two distinct figures are currently making their way towards your table.

“Your boyfriends are here”

Their faces appear before Hiori can even finish speaking, always an inch away from yours like personal space doesn’t exist, both shades of vivid blue eyes staring deep into your soul with an intensity you can never place.

“What did he want?”

Kaiser is the first to speak, immediately settling down beside you, a heavy arm already slung across your tired shoulders. Isagi exchanges a few greetings with Hiori before he finally leaves, Isagi taking the seat on your other side, placing a packaged sandwich on your table. Kaiser leans in closer at this, shifting his arm to rest at your back, scoffing as he stares down into your textbook. You’re certain he knew this material by heart, the mockery he usually spat at you before insisting on teaching you better most likely sitting on his tongue, but your mind is elsewhere; Specifically at how close Isagi and Kaiser would be if they weren’t pressed against you instead. You almost want to look behind your seat, convinced their hands are linked, using your back as a shield.

The early morning’s rising sun draws a small yawn out of you, spreading to the other people in your row, mixing in with the sounds of chittering birds and frantic typing. Your lecturer never stops talking for a second, the lazy drone of his voice digging into the part of your skull that only generates a massive headache in response. You look over your notes, glancing at the text compared to the unnecessarily long paragraph still illuminated on the screen behind your teacher, your fingers now throbbing too hard for you to continue.

You seem to be one of the only people actively listening, meaningless bits of conversation flowing into your ears from all around you, the loudest set of voices from the people seated beside you. Another withered yawn finally drags your head onto the back of your hand, your eyelids fluttering shut for a second, before the fear of being caught brings you back to reality. You mutter to yourself, grateful this topic of social sciences is one you’ve already gone over with Kaiser several times, one of the only things he’s good for.

The bored hum of your lecture theatre lasts about five more minutes before something in the room switches. The temperature hits you first, a warm sensation that spreads across your back, seeping into the fabric of your jacket, almost as if the sun had manifested right by the hall’s exit doors instead of outside the window. Your eyebrows crinkle in confusion, the heat crawling up your neck until it starts to make you uncomfortable, but your seatmates seem to be having it worse.

You watch their bodies stiffen, noses twitching as a heavy flush makes it’s way over their skin. The light leaves their irises faster than anything you’ve ever seen, eyes glazing over in a motion that forces a shiver down your spine. Whispers rise in the space around you, raising in volume until your lecturer’s droning comes to an abrupt halt.

“Quiet!”

His shoddy attempt doesn’t have any impact on the noise circulating round the room, if anything, it only makes the cacophony of voices louder. In fear of missing anything, you move along with your seatmates, letting your gaze force itself towards the back of the class as their natural senses guide them.

It’s a girl; One of the quiet ones no one really speaks to or knows. She’s shivering in her seat, shoulders hunched up towards her ears as everyone’s eyes remain on her. Her chin is practically touching her collarbone, hair falling neatly over her face in waves; But you can still see the bright red of her ears, the way she forces her legs shut while holding her stomach like it’s about to burst. It’s obvious what’s happening to her, based on the reactions of all the known alphas in the room. You open your mouth, the words already halfway off your lips before someone beats you to it.

“I think she’s going into heat!”

That singular sentence shatters the tolerable noise you were stewing in, the whispers morphing into panicked shouts that almost break the barrier of the lecture hall’s doors and windows. Out of your peripheral vision, you can see your lecturer’s attempt to get to the girl in question, and his swift failure as several other students start rising out of their chairs as well. Your seat mates jump up to join everyone, the disgusting amount of desire evident in the way they stare the girl down. Just as someone in the back row grasps the hem of her sweatshirt, the guy beside her makes a move first, grabbing the girl and dragging her out of the room faster than anyone can can stop him.

Even without actually sensing anything, you can feel the oppressive heat lingering in the room peel itself off your back, finally giving you the space to breathe. Every one seems to shift back to normal, letting out loud sighs of relief as the fog fades from their minds. Unfortunately, you don’t feel the complete relief that they do; You’re not sure if anyone actually noticed, or if they cared, but the guy that had finally taken that omega out of the room had been an alpha.

You noticed the way he clenched his hands at his side, teeth gnawing into his bottom lip in an effort to keep himself restrained. Even if he was her friend, he wouldn’t keep to himself for longer than a few minutes. Anyone could put the pieces together to figure out what they were probably doing right now.

And like a parasite returning to feed off the perfect host, your mind wanders to the moment you had a few days ago.

The scenario forces itself into your mind before you can protest, an exact replica of what just happened in your lecture. Your brain switches the girl out, her features morphing into one you can pinpoint from a mile away. It conjures up images of Isagi sitting in that seat, writhing in agony, not able to control anything. You would be completely useless in that situation, you wouldn’t even be able to sense it.

In your mind, Kaiser would make it across the room faster than anyone else, just like that boy had.

Your lecture ends quicker than it was planned to, the incident having clearly frazzled the entire class, including your lecturer. Everyone files out quickly, already back to the fervent whispering all while tapping at their phones. You rush out particularly quickly, bumping into people you don’t have the time to apologise to, your legs carrying you outside so fast the university begins to blur into one streaked beam.

The blur comes to a rough halt right outside the department next to yours, your legs aching from the speed you forced them to maintain, keeping their form for a second until they finally buckle, dropping you into the bench right under your knees. You can feel your body melt into the painted metal, it’s hard surface digging into your back, the straps of your bag slowly falling of your shoulders.

This shouldn’t affect you as much as it is, at least that’s what you repeat over and over in your head, like a mantra you actually want to believe in. But what were you supposed to do about this situation you’d essentially made up after a few text messages? Gather the two of them for a meeting and go:

“Hey guys, please don’t ever give into whatever urges you have for each other. Because if you two started dating, I feel like you would leave me alone and I would then have to spend my last year at university without friends. Thank you!”

You could already imagine the looks they would give you, Kaiser especially. The mocking glint in his eyes alone would piss you off so bad you would have to move to a different university entirely. A tired huff escapes your nose, sinking your form even further into the bench. It feels like people are staring at you as they walk past, but you don’t have the energy to care, not when an idea just popped into your head.

It’s stupid, it’s going to be tiresome, and it’s most definitely not worth the trouble. But it’s the only thing you have now.

Your legs are already back in motion, pushing you out of the bench as your start towards the nearest bus stop right at the campus entrance. It might not work as perfectly as you’d like, but if you could get a few suppressants, keep them on you at all times and watch Kaiser and Isagi carefully, then they would never have the opportunity to go into heat, let alone seek comfort in each other.

You’re extremely aware of how crazy it sounds, the smaller voice in your head arguing back and forth as you tap your phone against the bus pay stall, too late for you to change your mind now. You like to think you can do anything you put your mind to, and if you can just keep that plan up until you’re sure nothing will happen between them, even if that means a whole year, then you were okay with that.

The pharmacy already feels like it’s judging you the moment you step in, your sneakers squeaking on the pristine white floors as you shuffle towards the already tired looking receptionist. She barely gives you a once over as you ask for the inhibitors, her eyelids widening slightly while she tries to comprehend how much you’re asking for, before she’s ducking into a room behind the counter. You don’t know whether it’s the nervous tremble in your limbs or the desperate gleam in your eyes, but she brings out the exact amount of pills you asked for, even going as far as to inform you of how many to take each day and when. She gives you a brief nod in response to your frenzied thank you’s, the pill packets rattling in your bag as you rush back to the bus stop.

The instructions play repeatedly in your mind, practically carved into the front of your skull. That was the last of your money for this month, and you spent it on a bunch of inhibitors of a last minute plan. At this point, you had to make it work whether you wanted to or not.

You’ve seen Kaiser and Isagi’s faces more in the last few days than you have since the three of you became friends. With your mission being the only thing in your mind, you’ve been following the two of them closely, separately as well. You’ve found that the arrangement works in alternating days. The second you’re done with lectures, you sprint across the department until you find either Kaiser’s or Isagi’s class, standing outside till they emerge and spot you first, looking for any abnormalities as much as you can with your dulled senses.

You’d nearly had a heart attack the day you’d been waiting for Isagi, only for the lecturer in the class to tell you he was in the campus infirmary. You’d never run that fast before in your life, and the second you’d found out it was just a sprained wrist, you basically collapsed onto the floor.

You were used to going about your day, lectures, library work, quick lunch before more work until Kaiser would spot you somewhere and make his way to you with Isagi right on his heel. Doing this now made you feel like some clingy partner, every time you find yourself looking for either man, you can already imagine what the group chats are saying about you now.

So far, nothing bad has happened. In fact, it almost feels like you’re hanging out with two betas instead. Obviously you don’t know their cycles, and the two of them are never really in situations that would flare things up, but things are almost going too well, especially since the two men don’t seem to be complaining. That was another thing, you figured your drastic turn in personality would raise at least one question, but you haven’t heard a single thing. It almost seems like they’re happy you’re acting like this.

Just the day before, you’d spotted Kaiser wandering around the department, his features crumpled into a bored frown. You’d already seen Isagi earlier that day, so the decision was a quick one as you sidled up next to him, already scanning his face for anything other than tired dissonance. He’d raised an eyebrow as you linked your arm with his, using that as an excuse to monitor his body temperature.

“I only have ten minutes before I have to get back to class.”

You’d flashed him a quick smile, too occupied with the faces of a few stragglers in the hallway, waiting for any adverse reactions.

“That’s fine. I just wanted to see you”

“What? You missed me that much?”

You didn’t need to turn to know how wide Kaiser was probably smirking, waiting for you to turn back so he can flick the first part of your face he’s able to reach. You’d given him a small reaction then, patting his arm as if to satiate him so he’ll shut up and let you concentrate.

“Mhm, I only ever see you in the library.. I miss you sometimes”

You’d turned back in time to see him turning his face away from yours, hair obstructing whatever look he had on his face, the tips of his ears such a vivid pink you could see it from a mile away. You’d fussed over him then, worried his rut had suddenly arrived, refusing to let go of him until he’d practically pried you off, marching back into his lecture with a huff. The pills still rattle in your bag every time you walk, the silver packaging scratching against your laptop and textbooks, all unopened since the day you got them.

…

The sun bears down heavy on your form, sneaking it’s way into the crevices of your scalp, forcing more sweat down your forehead as you plod down the concrete street. It’s so hot it feels like your shoes are melting into the gravel, leaving sticky sneaker-shaped prints into your path. Every inch of clothing that brushes against your skin feels like hell, drawing a tired sigh out of you with every ten steps you take. The only solace you have is that your lectures are done for the day, your tired path making it ways back to your hopefully cooler room.

“You good?”

Isagi is already staring at you when you turn your head, smiling at you with the usual amount of concern swirling around in his eyes. He seems completely unbothered by the sun, sweat barely coating the skin peeking out of his tank top, an embarrassing comparison to your drenched clothes. You nod your head at him, watching as he gives you one last smile before he’s back to talking about your classes.

You’d met him on the way home just an hour ago, the shortest path to your flat goes past the football field, so you’d already steeled yourself for the fact that you might bump into him. You’ve been talking to him since about anything and everything; the football club, course work, a few of your lecturers. It doesn’t take long before your mouth gains a life of it’s own, chattering on about some group project you’re expected to finish soon, and the useless people you’d been assigned to. You’re beginning to get lost in your own ranting, your arms flailing wildly until Isagi just stops, almost like something pulled him back.

You stop soon after, confusion switching out the anger previously hovering over your face, eyebrows practically raised to your hairline. He almost flinches when you take a step towards him, holding a hand out while the other clutches his shirt so tight you’re scared he’s going to rip it off.

“Hey.. are you okay…?”

It feels like your vision sharpens in that split second, into how hard he’s suddenly breathing, the flush slowly creeping across his skin, the heat seeping into your back from the sun compared to the one flowing into your face. The puzzle slides into place a lot slower than you’d like, but it only takes half a second for you to react, pain shooting through your knees as you drop to the ground, riffling through your bag for that familiar silver pack.

Isagi is hot to the touch by the time you get close enough, his skin practically sizzling under your palms as you try to lift his head up. Judging by the tremor wracking through his limbs, it’s only getting worse by the second, and with how hard you’re panicking, you only have a second to get this pill into his mouth.

You’ve never dealt with an omega in heat before, at least not like this, but in your mind you assumed the sensation would make them pliant enough to get taken care of. The unnatural amount of strength Isagi is displaying just to keep his head down is clearly proving you wrong. His hands are spread across your arms, keeping them at bay, the farthest your left hand can reach is his chin. You don’t know whether you’re hallucinating or not, but it almost feels like Isagi is trying to keep you away and lean into you at the same time, a muffled whine leaving his throat every time your skin makes contact with his. He seems to make a decision a second later, the hand meant to stop you latching onto your upper arm and dragging you forward.

It happens to fast for you to react, your arms hang in the air as Isagi wraps himself around you, fingers digging into your back like he’s trying to claw into you, head burrowing furiously into your neck. You can feel the tip of his nose against your skin, right into the space your scent glands would be if you actually had any. Whatever attempt you make to get him off fails immediately, with him only burying his face deeper.

The two of you stand there for what feels like hours, Isagi hanging on so tight like he’s afraid you’re going to disappear. It takes you a while to move, but eventually you figure out Isagi’s willing to follow you anywhere as long as his arms are still attached to you. You shift yourself around for a bit, begging him to behave, until you’re facing the way you were previously walking down, your friend hanging off you like a dead body. Your shoes dig even further into the concrete as you start shuffling down the road, dragging Isagi along with you.

…

Isagi’s flat building is a lot farther than you thought it would be, though it might also be because the two of you are moving at a pace somehow slower than a sloth’s. But at least you’re finally here. In the circle of apartments that forms the accommodation area, his is right in the middle, standing at a distance you would’ve easily been able to cross if you didn’t have an extra weight on your back. The blocks are separated by gender, and further sectioned off by secondary gender, the male omega dorms marked off with a simple sign on it’s bright, white door.

You don’t know why you thought it would work, but your attempt to push Isagi towards the building door fails painfully when his arms only tighten around you further. Your spine is practically folded in half with how tight you’re pressed against him. You obviously don’t live in this building, if you get caught in walking into someone else’s dorm like this you’re most assuredly going to get in a huge amount of trouble, but as you let out a deep sigh, scanning Isagi’s ID and pushing into the building, you hope the situation you’re will grant you some sort of exemption.

“We’re already past this point, but can I enter your room?

“Mhm…”

The hum is so quiet you wouldn’t have heard it if not for the small vibration coming from your shoulder. His room looks almost exactly the way you’d expect it to; Messy, but not enough to make the room disgusting, clothes and textbooks strewn across every surface, hung posters of footballers you’re certain Isagi has told you about but you can’t remember the names of now. This time, he actually lets you move him around, his back melting into the mattress as he finally lets you go.

The second he’s off your back, you feel the panic melt of your skin, forcing you inwards, your hands folding over your knees as you try to catch your breath. You managed to drop the pill in your hand when Isagi had grabbed you, but it’s fine, it was only one out of the several you still have in your bag. Your fingers close tightly around the one now sitting in your palm, your footsteps light as you approach the bed.

It seems like he’s settled a little, and for a second you think this time around might be easier, until the pill misses Isagi’s face three separate times because he still has the energy to turn his head every time you try to put it in his mouth.

“Please Yo.. you need to take this to get better”

All he gives you in response is a disgruntled whine, his face digging deeper into the pillow under him in one final rebellion. Another sigh falls off your lips, the headache you’d pushed to the back of your mind now radiating towards the front of your skull. The pill box makes a small clack as you drop it on the desk right beside his bed, placing a lukewarm bottle of water right beside it.

This wasn’t a part of the plan you’d dedicated so much time to pulling through, but it was better than anything else. Even if he didn’t take the medicine, he was in an all omega dorm, and unless someone decided to be irresponsible, and bring an alpha in, he could just wait out his heat for a few days. You stop right before the door, guilt gnawing it’s way into your chest with every pained groan that emanates from the bed. Your legs drag you back into the room, gaze hovering over Isagi’s crouched form. He’s still shivering, the effort he’s putting into burrowing into the sheets clearly not easing the agony he’s in. You place a careful hand on his forehead, letting out a small huff as he leans into it. You feel bad for him, obviously, but as much as you want to stay with him, you’re not an alpha. No amount of comfort you give will ever ease the pain his own biology has given him.

The brief touch seems to reignite whatever absurd strength Isagi had displayed before, his hand shooting out to grab yours still attached to his head, your sense of balance falling from under your feet as you land onto the sheets, half of your body spread over Isagi’s while the other half hangs over the bed.

Maybe it’s because this is the second time this has happened, but you don’t panic the way you had outside. The only thing you can do, that Isagi will allow, is to shift your weight around until the two of you are lying side by side, his arms wrapped firmly around your shoulders, face latched onto your neck like he’s still looking for pheromones you still don’t have.

“Y’know.. it’s my fault really. I should’ve known you were going to do that..”

“Mmh..”

“This was a stupid idea to begin with… and I wasted my whole bank account on this. Who’s gonna pay me back?”

“Mmh..”

You shift your neck back close to the end of the pillows, turning your head to look into Isagi’s expression. He’s not even looking at you, eyes shut peacefully as some of the blush melts off his cheeks.

“You’re not even listening to me, are you?”

“Mmh..”

An annoyed huff escapes your nostrils, your gaze turning back to the ceiling as the heavy heat in the room finally seems to settle. You can feel your arm going numb from the weight of Isagi’s body, but now, you find that you don’t mind as much anymore. The moment settles into a peaceful hum, your eyelids fluttering as you count down the seconds, each one weighing heavy on your subconscious. The two of you fall into a rhythm, your breathing almost lining up for five seconds before a shrill ring cuts through the silence.

It’s your favourite song, something you only remember setting as your ringtone a second after you’ve already shot out of bed, much to Isagi’s dismay. You fumble around for your phone, fingers grazing the edge of his desk five times before you finally grab it.

Your phone nearly freezes with how many notifications come in, and along with the call still hovering at the top of your screen, you’re finding it hard to scroll through. It doesn’t take you long to realise the messages are all from Kaiser, ranging from questioning to annoyed, to the second call flashing across your screen now.

“Where the hell are you?”

The icy tone in Kaiser’s voice alone is enough to make you hold the phone away from your ear, already regretting picking it up in the first place. Isagi lets out another groan, making his displeasure known loud enough to echo into the phone. He lifts his head up to look at your device, eyes open just a sliver.

“..Who is that?”

The silence that takes over the conversation presses down on you like a solid weight, leaving an awkward feeling in its wake. Somehow, it feels like you can sense the fresh wave of irritation coming from Kaiser’s end of the phone, the reins of your plan now slipping through your fingers even further. You’d tried planned for the chance of Kaiser and Isagi meeting in a situation like this; What you couldn’t have prepared yourself for, is how angry Kaiser sounds.

“Is Yoichi there with you?”

“…No?”

You hear a scoff from the other side of the phone, so sharp you almost wince, before Kaiser’s voice comes back full force, louder than before.

“Right. So I didn’t hear him just now, you must think I’m stupid.”

He lets the silence sit for a second, like he’s trying to calm himself down, but it doesn’t work as well as he clearly wants it to.

“Are you in his room right now? Is that how it is?”

Your mouth stumbles out half a response, thinking of what excuse you could give that would satiate his anger now. You feel stupid now, for assuming you just had to keep Kaiser and Isagi away from each other so nothing would fester. But with how cold Kaiser seems just at the thought of you being in Isagi’s room, you’re clearly too late. You’re still stumbling over your words by the time Isagi rises to full height, leaning over your torso to tap a quick finger on your phone screen, Kaiser’s voice cutting out sharply as the call ends.

You don’t even get to react before Isagi grabs your phone, throwing it over the other side of the bed with a sharp clatter. You open your mouth to complain, but the only thing that comes out is a muffled shout as you get dragged back onto the mattress, body trapped in your previous position. Your eyes close a lot quicker this time, most likely because of the stress you’ve now added to your situation. For now, you really can’t be bothered. Whatever happens, you’ll deal with it tomorrow.

Every second you’re sitting in the department feels like your life is in danger. A week ago, you would’ve told yourself to stop exaggerating, to stop making up theories, but after the venom you received over the phone yesterday, you’ve decided to tread carefully. This meant sneaking around campus like a thief in the night, gaze always locked on the space behind you, the corners and walls of each building your new friends. Obviously, your plan has been rendered useless, not because you didn’t try, you weren’t willing to admit that yet, but because Kaiser clearly already liked Isagi enough to get mad at you for just being in his room.

You’ve been avoiding Isagi just as much as you’ve been avoiding Kaiser. He didn’t do anything wrong, you can’t exactly blame him for going into heat, but there was something about yesterday, something intimate you were still trying to stop yourself from looking into. You’d rather stay far away from him at this point, just to be sure.

The day has passed peacefully enough so far. You had to skip one of your morning lectures simply because it was one you shared with Isagi, but apart from that, manoeuvring the department hadn’t been so bad. You’re stuck to the side of the chemistry building now, the path to your dorm in sight if you can just make it past the campus shops.

You place one foot on the concrete, as if to test the waters, eyes still swivelling across the landscape, surveying the scene. The sound of your shoes slapping against the ground is the only thing that reverberates in your ears for a solid two minutes of your escape before you hear someone calling your name. You make the instinctual mistake of turning your face towards the noise, a familiar head of brown and pink hair shining at you from the distance. It’s Ness, and you only recognise him because Kaiser walks out of the shop he’s standing right beside a second later.

And as if things couldn’t get any worse, Kaiser looks straight at where you’re still standing, presumably after asking Ness who he was waving at. You don’t wait to see Ness point you out before you’re already running, a second sound of feet pounding against concrete following you down the road.

Your thighs start to burn about five seconds in, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps that take more of your energy the longer you run. But you never stop for a second, every time you hear Kaiser gaining on you, another weak burst of energy pushes you just far enough out of his reach. The only mistake you made was the right turn you failed to take when panic had taken over, so you’re no longer heading towards your dormitory, the crowd around you thinning into a few stragglers as you get to the more deserted side of campus. A few more meters and another wrong turn leaves you between two smaller buildings, surrounded by it’s solid brick walls, the only way out being back the way you came, which quickly gets blocked by Kaiser’s approaching form.

His hands slam against the wall behind you, your faces barely an inch away from each other, your breaths mixing in the air from how hard you two were running. The usual glimmering blue of his irises is now a dark, heavy navy that makes you shiver painfully. His nails are practically digging into the brick behind you, making a grating sound that grinds into your ears.

“You done ignoring me now? Did Yoichi tell you something?”

You immediately shake your head no, the panic you’re feeling very obvious on your face. His features soften a second later, a small scoff leaving his lips as his arms fall away from your sides, his body still blocking your exit.

“I wasn’t ignoring you on purpose.. and-” You stop yourself before Isagi’s name can even touch your lips, wary of the residual anger sitting on Kaiser’s face.

“And?”

“…”

He lets out another disgruntled sigh when you go quiet, pacing the space in front of you with a heavy hand in his hair. You watch him with a careful eye, your hand twitching as if it wanted to reach out to him, all while you’re still looking for an opening to sneak away.

“So you can jump into Yoichi’s bed no problem, but you can’t even speak to me?”

The pity that had taken hold of your limbs quickly turns into offence, your head shooting up to finally look Kaiser in the eye. His face is back up close to yours, his gaze digging into every corner of your face.

“That’s not what happened!”

“Then tell me what happened. Or I’ll think the two of you actually did something.”

You watch him bring a hand down to his face, pinching the space between his brows, jaw ticking like he’s trying to stop himself from saying anything more. The silence that passes between you two is oppressive, pushing down on your shoulders until you finally let them curl towards your chest, wondering how long you’re going to stand here before this dissolves.

It doesn’t take that long, though you don’t know whether that’s a good thing or not. Kaiser turns away from you, finally retreating towards the entrance of the hallway. He stops a few feet away, throwing an icy glare over his shoulder.

“Stay away from that clown.”

“And he’s such an ass! We didn’t even do anything, I was trying to help!”

“Mhm..”

Hiori nods for what you think is probably the tenth time that hour, his arm patting an absentminded rhythm into the fabric of your hoodie while he other hands attempts to manoeuvre the game blasting from his phone. You’ve been ranting ever since he opened the door to your teary-eyed look a few hours ago, letting you in with a small sigh. The soft material of his carpet presses into your back, almost lulling you to sleep if not for the fact that you were too busy getting every thing off your chest.

Since your run-in with Kaiser, your group has essentially spilt up. It wouldn’t look like much to anyone else, but it feels like a chasm to you. At first you thought every thing was alright, with both of them acting the way they usually did with you, until you realised things were only okay because they only ever hung out with you.

The first time you tried to bring Isagi to one of your study sessions with Kaiser, he’d locked up so fast you might as well have brought in a live animal. Kaiser started losing his temper immediately, snapping at every little thing Isagi said, barely answering any of your questions no matter how many times you’d asked. It had taken him five more minutes before he’d stormed off, leaving almost all of his things on the table.

Isagi isn’t much better either; Every time Kaiser comes up in conversation, he shuts down quick. You can tell he’s still trying to be polite, but no amount of politeness can stop the fresh wave of disgust that crosses his expression the second you even think of Kaiser.

“I’m starting to feel bad now..”

You turn your head towards Hiori, eyebrow cocked in confusion as he looks down at you too, finally putting his phone down for the first time since you started talking.

“Why?”

“I dunno, I just feel like if I hadn’t shown you those messages, then nothing would’ve changed between you three.” He shrugs, showing you a sad smile that makes you frown.

You never told Hiori about your little short lasting plan, so he most likely thinks things just deteriorated by themselves. The thought of it makes you want to cry again, but this is solely your fault. Your attempt to protect a friendship that’s clearly already broken apart is to blame.

“It’s fine you couldn’t have known, don’t worry about it”

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, one you haven’t had in a while, the sound of Hiori’s fingers hitting his phone screen reverberating throughout the small room. You let out a hum of satisfaction, almost ready to close your eyes and fall asleep when you feel Hiori shift closer to you.

“If you want to take your mind off things, we can go out”

That gets you up almost immediately. It’s been a while since you’ve been out, especially with friends. Kaiser and Isagi make that hard when they take up ninety percent of your time.

“Go where?”

“Some guys from the football club are going out to drink soon” He turns his phone to face you, presenting messages from a group chat you don’t mind looking at this time. “Some people from your course are probably gonna show up too.”

“You hate going to pubs though..”

Hiori lands a swift kick on your leg laying right beside him, not hard enough to bruise but you still make a show of holding the limb, complaining loudly with a pout on your face. He only laughs at you, flicking his leg out as if to kick you again, but thankfully it doesn’t connect.

“Yeah well I’m making an exception for you. If it’ll make you happy, we can go”

You can’t lie, as responsible as you want to be right now, you’ve been so stressed this past two weeks the thought of drinking away your feelings sounds really good. The probability of running into either Kaiser or Isagi makes your stomach turn, but Hiori will be with you, and at least you hope you’ll be too drunk by the time they come along.

…

The bar is a lot smaller than you thought it would be, but it’s still cute. Light beige and brown walls with the right amount of soft, golden lighting. The building’s tucked into a nice little corner, right between an office building and a convenience store. You can’t tell whether that’s good design or not. Warm air brushes against your face the second the two of you walk in, melting off the slight chill that you’d garnered by standing outside.

More people recognise Hiori than they do you, a few guys towards the back calling his name as he waves at them. You trail in behind him, greeting a few of your classmates as you pass their tables. It feels like a lot of them are eyeing you, wondering why Kaiser and Isagi aren’t hanging off you like they used to, though that might be your mind just making stuff up.

It happens subconsciously, but you find yourself already scanning the room for either one of the men in question. You breathe a sigh of relief when you don’t spot any of them, though some of your anxiety is still settled in your gut. You can’t guarantee they won’t come in later. Hiori’s club friends are nice; They make the effort to make space for you immediately, already pouring drinks and shifting snacks towards your side of the table. Conversation flows easy between them, but they still try to bring you in from time to time, asking as many questions as they can about you.

The drinks keep coming, you barely get to finish your first glass before someone’s pouring you another one. You can feel yourself getting tipsy now, the seemingly endless stream of beer now settling in your stomach. You’re laughing a lot more, the awkwardness you’d felt earlier now going to the wind, and you can’t seem to shut your mouth for a second. You’re currently in the middle of a story about one of your lecturers embarrassing you when a commotion cuts through your voice.

The whole table practically cranes their necks to see what’s going on, a small crowd forming at the pub’s entrance. You regret turning your head to look as well. Isagi is standing there, more drinks in hand, smiling at the horde of people now getting up to greet him. Your heart drops straight into your ass at the sight of him, hand coming up to cover the side of your face as you turn back to Hiori. Unfortunately, just like every other tactic you’ve tried, it doesn’t work.

“Is this seat occupied?”

The girl that had been sitting to your left jumps out of her seat before you can even think of the word “no”, insisting that she’s fine as she pushes Isagi into the space beside you. He flashes you a blinding smile, one that you can’t seem to find the energy to turn away from.

Thankful for how drunk you already are, you eventually turn your face towards literally anyone else, your eyes finding someone across the table. Sharp black hair, dark eyes, lazy smirk. Hiori introduced the man sitting across from you as Karasu, but you only remember his name when some of the alcohol has eased up.

“So..” You take a small sip, trying to bury some of your anxiety in your glass. “When are you guys having your next match?”

“Next week.”

The sound of Isagi’s voice immediately plunges the table into a bout of silence, but he doesn’t seem to notice, either that or he doesn’t care. His hand comes up to meet a lock of your hair, smoothing it between his fingers like he’s trying to memorise the texture.

“You should come watch, I’ll get you a seat.”

And that behaviour isn’t one off; All you can do is watch the time tick by on a nearby clock as Isagi interrupts the conversation almost every time. The second you start talking to someone else, he cuts in immediately, always with at least one hand attached somewhere to your skin. He does it with such a sweet smile and calm voice that no one really calls him out, though you can tell they want to judging by the looks they share every time it happens.

Another few minutes pass like that, alcohol still flowing through your veins, but it’s no longer making you as talkative as before. You almost want to turn to Hiori and beg him to take you back home, not that you’re having a bad time, Isagi’s behaviour isn’t enough to deter that. With your track record on luck, you’re certain something else is going to happen.

“Hey go sit somewhere else.”

Just like you’d predicted, only a second after you’d had the thought, someone kicks the leg of Hiori’s chair, jostling him out of the conversation he was just having. Even without turning around, you already know who it is, that arrogant way of speaking could only belong to one man.

Kaiser’s still glaring down at Hiori when you look up at him, his gaze flicking to you for a second before it’s back on him. You reach a hand out to Hiori, placing it on his upper arm like you can already sense him backing down. He gives you a sad smile, prying your hand off with a gentle patience. You watch him shift out of his chair, ambling towards where Karasu is sitting, before your vision is obscured by Kaiser’s face.

The stand off starts the second you start to get comfortable again. You’re still trying to keep the atmosphere at your table intact, especially when it feels like it’s your fault everything’s awkward. All your conversations are cut right at the root, and depending on which side you try to reach towards for snacks, either one of them reaches out first, either shifting a plate towards or away from you.

It’s starting to irritate you, and you hope from the curt tone of your voice, both men can tell. That doesn’t mean they stop. You find their hands encroaching on the space in front of you like they own it, shifting your drinks, bag, snacks, phone, like they’re trying to decide who can be more useful to you, as stupid as it sounds. No matter how much you glare at them, they don’t seem to let up, and it takes one more hand on your forehead, with a stupid remark from Kaiser about how drunk you are to snap.

Your eyes immediately lock on the glass sitting right beside Kaiser’s arm, completely ignoring the girl that just set it down. Your fingers wrap around it before anyone can say anything, tossing the drink down your throat with a loud burp. The drink hits the spot quickly, adding to your swayed consciousness a second after you slam down the empty glass.

“Now how does that feel, huh?”

Kaiser only looks at you like you’ve lost your mind, glancing between your smug face and the empty glass with an expression that’s starting to look a lot like worry. You want to say more, to poke at and irritate him until he decides to leave, but that’s hard to do when it feels like your tongue is melting into dry cotton. Kaiser’s face tilts in your vision, his form turning into two, then four, then six as your vision swirls in a constant circle while your head droops from side to side.

You feel Isagi’s hand come down gently on your shoulder, or at least it you think it’s him, from your shaky vision it looks like he’s sitting all the way across from you. Even through your warped vision, you can still sense the eyes of everyone in the room on you. It feels like you hear everything and nothing at the same time; The frantic thrum of your heartbeat, the concerned voices echoing around you, the blood currently rushing through your ears at a rate you can’t comprehend.

A cloying scent makes it’s way past your nose, like roses smothered in vanilla, wrapping around your throat until it feels like you’re choking on something other than your own drowsiness. For a second, you wonder if you’re going to witness another person going into heat but you don’t get to think for long before you’re dragged out of your seat, the sudden movement forcing you to topple into what feels like someone’s chest, a pair of sturdy arms coming up under your legs, lifting you into the air.

The last thing you feel is the chill of the night air blowing against your face, forcing your eyelids into a scrunch as your consciousness finally fades, a small fire still burning under your skin.

…

Your eyelids creak open to a dark ceiling, gold lighting spread across the surface from somewhere you can’t turn your head to see. The vanilla scent that had taken over isn’t gone yet, if anything it’s only intensified. A tired groan exits your lips when you try to move your limbs, the fire you’d thought had settled burning through your veins with every second that passes.

The voices you thought you’d imagined come to an abrupt halt, several hands pulling you up on what you can know see is a bed, pushing your back against the headboard. Kaiser jumps away from you the second you’re stable, as if your skin is made of hot coals, but with how much it feels like your organs are burning up, you probably are.

Isagi stays as close to you as he can, resting a careful hand on your forehead as you find yourself leaning into the touch, his cold palm giving you a tiny bit of respite.

You can’t help noticing the same flush resting on his cheeks, his gaze flicking away from your face every so often. He flinches violently when you place a hand on his arm, moving his hand to your scalding cheek. It’s hard to explain exactly what you want, but you know you don’t want him to stop touching you.

“Please..”

You don’t even know what you’re begging for, but Isagi seems to get the hint immediately. His face gets closer and closer until you can practically feel his breath on your face, his eyelashes fluttering against the warmth of your cheek. You don’t move an inch, almost leaning in as his lips slot against yours in a kiss the drags a small whine out of you. Isagi’s hand finds the skin of your waist, pushing up under your shirt, leaving another scorching trail against your body. You’re just starting to get into it, your body curving against his in an effort to get even more from him, when you feel something tangle at the back of your scalp, your lips making a loud smack as you get dragged away.

A shallow groan almost makes it’s way out of your throat before it’s swallowed by the lips that smash into yours a second later. Kaiser’s kiss is violent; Where it seemed like Isagi was trying to test your boundaries, trying not to upset you, Kaiser abandons any of that consideration as his tongue slides deep into your mouth, hand now gripping the back of your neck like he’s afraid you’ll run away.

You can feel the drool coating your lips, a single line tracing the curve down to your jaw, only making your desperation more obvious as Kaiser pushes you back against the mattress. The two of them swarm you the second you go down, leaving small marks littered across the skin of your neck. Every mark makes your core throb, your legs snapping together as your arousal starts leaking in between your thighs. You’ve thought about it more times than you can count; A beta’s inability to be marked, to truly bond with someone else. Now, that thought doesn’t lessen the arch in your back as both men sink their teeth into your flesh at the same time.

Kaiser bites hard enough to draw blood, the small droplets falling onto his tongue as he licks the teeth marks, the gesture giving you nothing but pleasure. Isagi’s bite is softer, just enough to let you know he’s there.

Their hands are frantic, tearing at the fabric of your bottoms, lifting up your shirt to reveal even more of your flushed skin. Kaiser moves first, shifting in between your legs, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses along your skin as he trails downwards.

“Tell us if you want to stop..”

Isagi only leaves you a second before his mouth is back on yours, swallowing the wanton moan you let out while Kaiser practically rips off your underwear. The sheets beneath you dampen immediately, slick pooling underneath your already trembling thighs. Kaiser doesn’t mind at all, sliding his fingers in and out of his mouth with a wet pop, ecstatic gleam in his eyes, before you feel the stretch of his thick digits curling in exactly the spot you needed.

Your hips are floating off the bed, thighs aching from how hard you’re spreading them. Kaiser shifts your legs to his shoulder, making it harder for you to wriggle around while Isagi plants placating kisses along your face and neck, his hand wandering to your chest, rolling your nipple between his fingers until it pebbles under his touch. The pace Kaiser sets is brutal, the sound of his palm smacking against your skin enough to make you cum. You grind down against his fingers, chasing the feeling spreading across your abdomen, winding tighter and tighter, just waiting to snap.

The feeling takes over your limbs, locking them in place while your orgasm crashes through you, adding to the sensation already burning through your legs. Even more slick coats the bed sheets, staining Kaiser’s fingers as he slides them out of you. You can almost see him rocking his hips in tandem with you, hand clenched tightly over your thighs like he’s trying to restrain himself.

That restraint only lasts so long, with him peeling off the jacket that had clung so tightly to his body, showing off a set of muscles that makes your mouth water. His hand wraps around your ankle, dragging your body towards him until your hips are pressed flush together, the heat of his cock forcing a tremble into your thighs.

“Don’t do that, you’re being too rough”

Isagi crawls down the bed as well, throwing his own sweatshirt over the bed , his arousal obvious as you gaze up at him with half-lidded eyes.

“Relax..” Kaiser spreads your legs back open, his hand shooting down to grip the base of his cock, smirk deepening on his features, prodding your aching hole until you finally let out a whine that sounds awfully close to his name, your thighs clenching in anticipation. “You like it don’t you?”

Isagi tilts your head up a bit, forcing you to watch as your lower half swallows Kaiser whole, his hips twitching against the fat of your ass, hands planted on each side of your head. Isagi lets out a shuddering breath, as if he’s the one currently pounding into you so hard the sheets are bunching up around your waist.

The tears coating your lashes blur your vision, but you can still see Isagi unbuckling his pants, freeing his aching cock from the confines of his boxers. It springs out over your face, twitching with every breath that ghosts over it.

You know what to do before he even says anything, angling the thick length into your mouth while each sharp thrust from Kaiser rocks you back and forth. Your tongue ghosts over the head, drawing a shaky groan from Isagi, your throat relaxing to take as much of him as you can.

The sensation from both sides make you even more sensitive, your spine curving into the mind-numbing pleasure, Kaiser’s fingers digging into the flesh at your hips as he holds you down. He’s constantly manhandling your body, dragging you onto his cock with enough force to pull Isagi out of you. He makes up for it by sneaking an arm around Isagi’s neck, smashing their lips together so hard you think you heard something break.

The sight forces a low whine out of your throat, your drenched hole clenching down on Kaiser’s cock in a way that makes him groan into the kiss. He never stops thrusting into you, each brutal slap carrying you an inch further to your arrival. You let Isagi hold onto your shoulders, sliding his dick back into your mouth with a shaky sigh, his hips slapping against your face as fast as Kaiser’s.

A few sharp thrusts and you’re the first the cave, hips digging further into the mattress, slick spraying out of you as your abdomen trembles from the pressure. Neither of them slows down, Kaiser digging his thumbs into your thighs before he spills into you, breathing hard over your still form. A bit of white coats your vision, your mouth suddenly feeling empty as Isagi pulls out before cumming.

You barely get to blink before they’ve switched positions, Isagi positioning your tired limbs over his shoulders. You feel him slide the tip of his cock between your sore thighs, letting it catch a few times, not giving you what you want. One small keen from you and he finally gives in, a familiar stretch taking over as he fully leans in, pressing your thighs to the top of your head.

“Hngh.. I’ll be gentle, I-I promise.”

He’s not even listening to what he’s saying, his gaze focused on your gaping hole taking his cock inch by inch until he’s bottomed out, letting out another small gasp. His thrusts are sloppy, somehow quieter than the whimpers that escape from his lips every so often. He burrows his head into the crook of your neck, a wet space forming in your skin where the two of you are connected.

You’re so caught up in the unbearable pleasure smothering your form, you don’t realise Kaiser has moved again until he’s sitting behind Isagi, wetting his fingers again the way he had with you. You don’t actually see anything, just the way Isagi suddenly looks back, a low whine exiting your lips as his hips still.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Kaiser shushes him quickly, getting so close to his face you think they’re going to kiss again. He turns Isagi’s head for him, forcing him to look back into your glassy eyes.

“Just focus on what you’re doing.”

All you can see is Kaiser pressing against Isagi, their skin flush against each other, Isagi’s face passing through a range of emotions before it lands on a blushing restraint. Kaiser snaps his hips forward, and the force of it drives Isagi’s cock deeper into you, dragging a loud moan out of your mouth. He keeps moving like that, his pace too fast for either you or Isagi to keep up with, your moans mixing together in the air. Isagi keeps pushing down on you, the pressure of his body forcing your most sensitive areas in between both of your bodies. The pleasure starts to fog your mind, travelling straight down to where you and Isagi are connected, your third orgasm coming just as quick as the first two. Isagi cums straight after you, melting into your open arms with a twitch of his hips.

Your body gives up on you a second later, every bit of energy you’d been holding onto drains quickly, spilling onto the bed under you. You spread your hands over Isagi’s back, the heat still settled in your stomach begging for more contact, holding him even tighter. Your hips shift a little under him, still aware of how deep he’s buried in you. The last thing you see before your vision finally fades, is Kaiser getting off the bed, coming back with what looks like a towel before you’re out like a light.

Your head throbs painfully as a sliver of light makes it’s way under your curtains, crawling along the room floor until it reaches where you’re still sleeping. It takes you a while to roll out of bed, your aching back making it even harder than it usually is. You have Isagi and Kaiser to blame for that. Its been a day since your incident with them, something you can’t recall without your face flushing a bright red.

A part of you still doesn’t know what happened that day, why you’d started reacting like that at the bar. You remember the drink you’d chugged, the girl that had placed it down in the first place, but thinking too much about it makes your head hurt all over again.

When you’d woken up that morning to see both men laying beside you, covered in bite and scratch marks, clothes strewn across the carpet floor, you’d panicked. Putting aside the pain radiating through your lower half, you’d grabbed your clothes faster than anything, practically hopping out the door as you threw them on. You’d gotten home quick and safe, with an almost dead phone filled with messages from Hiori asking if you were okay. He was beyond relieved to know that you were, but that was all you could tell him, admitting what happened to someone else would make it too real for you.

You still can’t wrap your head around it. Even if whatever drug you’d ingested had affected them too, they seemed to eager to throw off your clothes. As if they had been waiting for this for a while.

The trek to your department is enough to make you want to turn back home immediately, but you only had one class this morning, and it was right before the weekend. You could get through your suffering for today and wallow in your room afterwards for the next two days. Luckily for you, you don’t see either Kaiser or Isagi in the theatre, taking your seat towards the front of the hall.

Your class is boring, in the way all classes are when they happen at a time when you’re still trying to wake up. But it ends just as quickly as it started, and for the first time in a while, you’re one of the first people trailing out of the classroom. It doesn’t take long before your luck seems to run out, the exact voices of the two people you didn’t want to see, coming from the hallway you’re about to turn down. Your shoes squeak painfully on the tile as you come to a stop, embarrassment cementing your limbs to the floor until it’s too late, both Kaiser and Isagi spotting you immediately.

Unlike your last run-in with Kaiser, your running spree doesn’t last long. You’re thinking clearer this time, taking longer paths through the department, ducking into classrooms when you need to, but that all goes down the drain the second the exit is in sight. Your fingers almost graze the doorknob, your escape right within reach for just a second before you’re dragged back into what feels like a solid wall, an arm curled around your waist.

“Found you.”

Kaiser throws you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing, saying something you can’t hear to Isagi before the three of you are headed back to where the classrooms are. It feels like forever until your feet finally touch the floor again, your eyes sweeping the classroom you’re in to see it’s one of those spare ones that are just used to hold spare chairs and tables. You’re placed on a nearby table, immediately cornered the the two hands Kaiser places on either side of your body.

Silence flows through the room like the wind currently flying in from the window. You keep your gaze trained on your hands folded into the fabric of your pants, too afraid to actually look any of them in the eye. You didn’t even have enough time to fully compute what happened yesterday, let alone think of what you would say if you bumped into them like this. The two of them don’t say anything either, most likely waiting for you to get over your mortification and speak first. The absolute stillness pokes at you for a few more seconds before you finally suck in a breath, staring up into Kaiser’s face with your chest puffed out as much as you can manage.

“I’m willing to forget what happened yesterday, we should take a-”

“So who are you going to go out with?”

All three of you pause, snapping your mouths shut as you try to comprehend the other’s sentence. The words “go out with” ring in your head like a mantra you’re trying not to memorise, and judging by the look on Kaiser and Isagi’s faces, they’ve just realised you were essentially trying to distance yourself from them.

“Wait.. you guys don’t actually-”

“You should go out with me first, I’ll treat you better” Isagi pushes Kaiser out of your face, grabbing your hand and getting as close as he can, enough to almost kiss you. Kaiser pushes him back, fist tangled in the hem of Isagi’s shirt as he stares at you with none of the vitriol he’s showing the man beside him.

“Bullshit. I’m better in bed, aren’t I?”

Flushed and filled with a new wave of embarrassment, you place a hand on each of their chests’, pushing them as far away from each other as possible.

“Ok, enough! Why would any of you be dating me?”

That seems to stop them in their tracks, anger melting off their features faster than you’ve ever seen before. They actually stare at each other for a while, nothing but disbelief taking over their expressions. Kaiser lets out a scoff that immediately makes your face burn hotter, and even though he’s holding it in, you can tell Isagi wants to laugh as well. He’s the first to snap out of it, taking your hand again with a gentle reverence.

“Because we like you..”

“Didn’t we make that obvious last night?” Kaiser pipes up as well, leaving behind his previous smirk for a earnest look you’ve never seen on him.

The mention of last night makes your stomach burn hot, the flush travelling all the way to the tips of your ears, your hands hanging stiff in their hands. You can’t shake off how serious they look, and no matter how much you try to gaslight yourself, you can tell this isn’t some prank. You really want to laugh at yourself, for thinking something would happen between them and push you out of the group; You were practically at the centre of it now.

Your gaze finds the floor once more, half shame, half embarrassment not letting you look into their eyes.

“Well.. I didn’t know that. And I don’t want to choose between you two.”

You already know first hand what it’s like to fear losing a friend, you can’t imagine inflicting that same pain on someone else. Your answer seems to make the two men happy, Isagi being the first to reach out and plant a small kiss on your cheek.

“If that’s what you want, then I’m okay with it”

Kaiser leans in right after, pressing his own kiss into the skin of your neck, making your shiver painfully. Isagi doesn’t move to save you, instead opting to make another mark on the other side of your neck, snuggling into the crook of it like he belongs there.

“We don’t mind sharing.”