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“Just… making sure you don’t trip over anything.” Tasha turned fully. “Hey,” she said, her voice unexpectedly soft. “Thanks for everything. I mean it.” Kachi tilted her head, the usual smirk replaced by a more sincere expression. “If you ever need someone to talk to… I’m here. Even if it’s just to yell at me for being annoying.” Tasha chuckled. “I never knew you could be this calm.” “I have layers,” Kachi said proudly. “Like an emotional lasagna.” Tasha laughed. And then, impulsively, gently, she leaned forward and kissed Kachi. Just for a second. Just enough.

So why? He lashes out and his desk goes flying. “Fuck it! Fuck all these bloody omegas!”. The words rise from his chest like a pained roar. “How could you do this to me, Sorahiko?”. He growls as he stands in the space his desk once occupied, with those damned photographs lying on the floor around him in a perfect curve. Pictures of Sorahiko chatting and laughing with Yukimura Rei. Pictures of him holding that glass vial. Pictures of him angling his body towards her like old friends.