One week after the first date, Takeo and Tsuyoshi are at the headquarters. They are assembled in two neat stretching rows along with their other sworn brothers, standing straight and poised ready to greet the Kashira when he returns.
The Kashira’s black car pulls up in the driveway and all the members prepare themselves.
“Welcome back, Kashira!” The Kashira bows quickly as he passes the neatly arrayed rows of members and proceeds to enter the office when as he is passing by, Takeo’s phone rings.
“Oh, shit!! I forgot to turn off my phone! And right in front of Kashira, too! I’m so fucked!!!”
His phone keeps ringing, all the members stare at him and the Kashira is standing in front of him, amazed at whoever dared to not turn off his personal cell phone in the middle of work.
Tsuyoshi looks at his friend with a pitiful look in his eyes but also attempts to hold in his upcoming laughing fit.
Kashira orders, “Who could be calling you at this time!? Answer your damn phone and put it on speaker since it’s so important that you are being called while you’re working!” With no choice but to follow the command, Takeo picks up the call and puts it on speaker, letting all of the present group members hear their ensuing conversation.
“Hello?”
On the other end, the beautiful voice of a beautiful Omega, “Hello? Kobayashi-san? U-um, I just wanted to let you know I had fun… on our date last week.”
Every heart present was captured by this angelic voice.
Takeo’s mind raced back to the memories of last week, the passionate kiss he initiated on Sora’s gorgeous well-crafted red lips, the blush on his pale face afterwards, the heat of his palm as they walked holding hands, the fast paced heart-beating they could both feel transmitted through their palms.
Takeo began to blush as if no else existed, his heartbeat increasing steadily.
“I-I did too. I’ve been thinking about you all week.“
The voice on the other end trembled as it spoke, “Me too,” Sora said softly after a few beats and continued, “D-do you have some free time today? If you do, maybe we could meet up.“
All the group members listened intently, suddenly pink in the face and enamored by this voice from an unknown but surely gorgeous owner.
Takeo, lost in thought, remorsefully remembered that he had a lot of work to finish today. Oh, how he wished he could in order to meet up with Sora.
“Sorry. Today I’m-” Just as he was about to finish his sentence, the Kashira regarded him with a merciful and understanding look and told him that he could leave early after he was done with his work.
All of his group members figuring that he probably has a cute and/or sexy Omega waiting on him envied him and glared, their jealousy becoming rather visible, including his recently single childhood friend as well.
“Kobayashi-san? Are you there?” Just disregard them, he thought.
“I’ll meet you there, Kaiten-kun.”
The cafe that Sora suggested they meet at.
Sora is already there as he walks in, Takeo’s eyes finding him immediately in the mostly Alpha crowded cafe.
Sora notices him, “Kobayashi-san! Over here.”
He seats himself across from him and looks into that face he can’t seem to turn his eyes away from.
“Do you want to order anything?” Sora asks.
He catches himself out of his daze and answers, “Just water is fine.”
Their orders of water for Takeo and a cola for Sora arrive shortly.
“Sorry if I interrupted you while you were working… it’s just that I wanted to see you.”
The sunlight is dazzling on his refined features and lands on his chestnut brown hair, turning it a glittering light brown and then he looks up, his green eyes turning golden in color. Takeo is beguiled, his heart flutters and he thinks in this moment, I will never let him go.
“Kobayashi-san, are you okay?”
He’s zoning out again, Sora is thinking endearingly, as Takeo responds with a sheepish smile, “I’m pretty sure we are close in age Kaiten-kun. You can call me Takeo. Can I also call you Sora-kun?”
“How old are you, Kobayashi-san?”
“I’m 21.” “I just turned 19.”
“It’s fine to call me Takeo then.”
“B-but it’s embarrassing.” Sora blushed at the act of doing such a bold thing.
“It’s fine.”
“T-Take-san.”
“Sora-kun.”
“You don’t have to add the prefix. You can just call me Sora.”
“Sora.”
Their discourse seems to have caught the attention of everyone in the cafe, surely it was Sora’s beauty they were all so entranced by and his scent that communicated that he was not yet bonded to an Alpha.
Takeo suddenly began to feel possessive, his Alpha instincts surfacing.
“Let’s go somewhere else. Somewhere more private.” They get up to exit the cafe when Takeo puts his arm around Sora’s waist as an act of possessiveness and a warning to all Alphas who wished to challenge him for Sora.
They arrive at his 2-bedroom shared apartment. It was modest and fairly clean. Sora is sitting on the floor in Takeo’s room with his stiff hands on his lap, clearly nervous. Takeo walks in with a tray with two cups of green tea and places it in front of him.
“You can sit on the bed if you want, you know.”
Sora shyly moves to sit on the very edge of the bed and Takeo moves to sit next to him. They are alone. Tsuyoshi would be working at the office for a few more hours. They were both tense, the Alpha and Omega equally inexperienced.
Sora actually has a reason for why he wanted to meet up and he needed his answer now that they are alone, so he asks, “Take-san, are we dating?”
They have already gone out on a date, kissed, and held hands. Sora hoped he wasn’t misreading the signs and getting in over his head.
Takeo answered, “O-of course, we are. Aren’t we?” Takeo felt the same sentiment as Sora; he hoped that he wasn’t misunderstanding Sora’s emotions if Sora only wanted to be friends with him.
“Y-yes.”
Maybe I wasn’t clear enough with my feelings if he was so anxious enough to call me to make sure whether we are dating. I shouldn’t let him make this kind of uncertain face, Takeo thinks.
“I love you, Sora.”
Sora looks up and his green eyes meet Takeo’s amber brown ones, holding their gaze and gauging the seriousness and pure honesty held behind amber brown eyes. This time staring directly into his eyes he repeats loudly, almost yelling, “I love you, Sora!”
Tears begin to fall from Sora’s eyes. Ah, he looks beautiful even when he is crying.
“I love you too, Take-san!”
The distance between their lips is closed as their lips clash, their tongues duel, and arousal sets in between their legs. Takeo gently pushes him down on his bed. Sora can smell Takeo’s scent all over the bed and is more aroused.
Takeo notices this and deepens the kiss as his right hand works dexterously and begins to slip inside Sora’s shirt as Sora lets out breathy moans when they suddenly hear the front door open and an obnoxious voice yell out, “Oi, Takeo! Did you have fun with your Cutie-chan? You’re so lucky, going off to play while we all slave away.”
Tsuyoshi walks into Takeo’s room and freezes when he takes in the scene that his arrival interrupted.
He wolf-whistles and says teasingly, “Looks like you had more fun than I thought.”
Takeo lifts himself off Sora irritated and is flushing at his annoying friend’s shitty timing while Sora pulls his shirt down on his exposed pale chest and tries to hide his mortification at being seen in that state. Sora remembers Tsuyoshi as Takeo’s friend from that day when they collided into each other.
“H-hello,” Sora musters out.
Although Tsuyoshi would never hit on his friend’s boyfriend, he does have to admit that “Cutie-chan” with his pale white skin and red lips was more than well-deserving of that nickname. He excuses himself and tells them to continue on, but the mood has already been soured.
“I should get back, Take-san." Shit, that damn Sen! Always ruining things for me.
“Wait, I’ll walk you back.”
“It’s fine. I live quite a ways from here.”
“Then let me walk you to the station at least. It’s not safe for an Omega alone.”
Sora could tell he was being sincere. “Okay. I’ll feel safer with you near me, Take-san.”
They put their shoes on in the genkan and as they walk holding hands they see Tsuyoshi standing by the front gate of the apartment, snickering and leering at them.
What an interesting guy, Sora thought. Meanwhile, Takeo thought, What an annoying asshole!”
Once they reached the train station Takeo sweetly kissed Sora and Sora reciprocated.
“Get home safely. I love you, Sora.”
A pink tint in his cheeks, “I love you too, Take-san.”
