You’re Courting Me?!

Now, before anyone starts pointing fingers at me— yes, I, Hagakure Sorahiko, fully accept that I am an idiot and deserve to be smacked around for the foreseeable future? Absolutely. Is this entire mess my fault? Maybe. Will I own up to it? Yes. But will I share the blame alone? Hell no.Hoshino Sakura, stand before the jury with me. We should both be considered guilty. Guilty of the crime of absolute stupidity. ⸻“Lilac, actually.”The tired-looking one is choking—oh, wait, that’s laughter. It sounds a bit painful and rusty, like a cat coughing up a hairball. Yikes. I’m not sure whether to laugh or call an ambulance. And then I see him again. “The devil speaks,” I announce grandly, because my brain is too drunk to control my mouth. “Go on, satan, confess your crimes to me.”The Tired One wheezes harder, but the devil just smiles— a slow, dangerous curve of lips and lashes. It’s not a real smile. It’s a well-practiced imitation. Like a shark pretending to be docile.“My eyes aren’

“Do you understand the contract terms now, Mr Hagakure?”.“Please call me Sora, all my friends call me Sora”. He's sniffling. Great start.“We’re not friends, Mr. Hagakure.” Eiji exhales like a man who’s already regretting every life choice that led him here. Not that he’s made any bad life choices, he even has a good job and steady pay.People would die to be in his shoes. But money doesn’t buy fewer regrets—it just upgrades them. His current regret? Not dragging this omega out of the private room the moment he stumbled in drunk that night.“Then we can be friends now, can’t we?”Of course, the omega says this like it’s a reasonable business proposal. Eiji had to question the entire security team and go through all the recorded surveillance feeds to find the omega sniffling in front of him. He finally found him in the restroom, four seconds away from a breakdown— looking like he was going to off himself right there. Right in his favourite cubicle. Like hell he’d let that happen.“

“So he called you out on your bullshit, I don’t see the problem”. Have I mentioned that I hate Sakura Hoshino? I haven’t?. Well, I hate Sakura. I really do. “I mean he didn’t even disturb you for the rest of the day, you’re just bitching at this point”.The audacity of this woman. Considering the fact that this whole thing started because she kept forcing nuclear waste down my throat, she should be begging me for forgiveness and promising me her firstborn or something.But no, it’s all — “Why run at the entrance anyway, what are you? Some regretful bride?”. The thought of Aronohai Miyamura chasing me like some kind of misunderstood husband has me shivering violently. I forbid such!. As I wrap my blankets tighter around myself, I glare hotly at Sakura. Pick your friends wisely, or you’d end up like me.“I swear everyone hates me”. I mutter to myself.“Is that actual self-pity coming from you?”. I burrow deeper into my nest. It’s common sense to avoid fools after all. “I mean I rec

Hagakure Sorahiko is an amusing little thing. Small, omegan, and funny as hell. The funniest part is that the omega in question would strongly disagree with his assessment. It would probably be more accurate to say that, the omega will strongly reject his evaluation. Seeing as the omega seems to enjoy rejecting his existence. It’s bloody hilarious.‘Only my friend calls me Sora’. He had obliged, hadn’t he? He calls him ‘Sorahiko’ instead. Now Miyamura knows all his faults. He is not this shining beacon of goodwill and kindness. I literally tricked Sorahiko into this, Of course, I’m not a good guy. If he’s being honest— he would not call them faults, they are just parts of his character. He likes interesting things, the more they attract his attention, the better. For them and him. And that is exactly what Sorahiko is, an extremely interesting thing.At the bar, and even at his office, Sorahiko has done a good job of keeping his interest. Calling him a devil. Amusing. Trying to ru

“Why do you both look so confused?”. Bastard isn’t letting go of my face, so I can’t see succubus. But I can tell she’s mocking us, it’s in her tone.“Why do you think he likes men?”. Don’t get me wrong, I’m ecstatic my brain isn’t hemorrhaging via pheromone clash, but do they have to discuss my sexual preferences right now?. “I touched him and he didn’t get a boner”. Please die Aronohai Misa, you’re a vision, but the world could do without your beauty. “Huh…”, Bastard glances down, as if to look at me…not me, my crotch. “He really doesn’t have one”, he says, sounding a bit awed.Okay, what the hell is going on? Is this sexual harassment?. Could this be workplace harassment?. Can I resign?. Oh wait, I didn’t even apply for this job. What even is my life?.“Either he’s broken or he likes men”, Succubus concludes, sealing my fate. I hate these two, they can die together for all I care. “Be careful Miyamura, he seemed really into my looks so he might have his eyes on you”. I’d rather c