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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Kuroo_Tetsurou/Tsukishima_Kei, Akaashi_Keiji/Bokuto_Koutarou, mentions
      of!_Asanoya
  Character:
      Tsukishima_Kei, Nishinoya_Yuu, Tanaka_Ryuunosuke, Kuroo_Tetsurou, Bokuto
      Koutarou, Akaashi_Keiji, Yamaguchi_Tadashi, Tsukishima_Kei's_Mother
  Additional Tags:
      High_School, Omegaverse, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Mating_Cycles/In
      Heat, Masturbation, Phone_Sex, ish, Anal_Fingering, Bisexual_Noya, Scent
      Kink, Bros_being_good_bros, Adults_needing_to_be_babysat, Platonic
      Relationships, Really_how_else_am_i_able_to_describe_these_three?, Bets_&
      Wagers, Cuddling_&_Snuggling, Mother-Son_Relationship, parenting_done
      right
  Series:
      Part 3 of Build_Me_a_House_and_Call_it_Our_Own::_a_Haikyuu!!_Omegaverse
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-01-03 Completed: 2016-01-04 Chapters: 4/4 Words: 5207
****** An Omega's Heat ******
by My_Black_Crimson_Rose6
Summary
     Tsukki's heat finally started, Noya remembers that his will be
     starting soon enough and Asahi was in Tokyo for school. Shitty day
     all around.
Notes
     This one will be a multiple part installment. I want to jump around
     with characters in this one 'cause our main POV is busy doing the
     same damn thing, so its a perfect time to look at the Owls and Cat as
     well ;)
***** Day One *****
Noya collapsed on the gym floor with a heavy pout, a whine building in the back
of his throat. “I miss Asahi!!” he cried out, startling a few of the first
years who crept closer to see if their senpai was alright. In all due purposes,
Noya was completely fine… accept that he missed his bond-mate terribly. Truth
be told, he had assumed that the year would have gone by quickly and he’d be
free to move to Tokyo and find a job while Asahi continued to attend
University.
Noya wasn’t going to go University, didn’t have the dedication for it and he
had been in contact with some relatives that agreed to give him a job once he
moved out to help him get on his feet. And sure, Asahi was going to be looking
for an apartment for them during this year so he could move out of his dorm
but… “WHY DID HE HAVE TO GO TO TOKYO!!” He rolled over, arms and legs spread
out on the floor as he pouted.
He was doing fine, the skype calls and occasional visits had been working so
far. So far it was going great, until Tsukishima had to take off school and
practice to lock himself away during his heat. It reminded Noya that his own
heat that was approaching at the end of the month would be spent alone for the
first time since he entered high school. It’ll be his first heat without Asahi
taking care of him, kissing over his shoulders and neck, in years.
Tanaka snickered, slapping his best friend’s back. “You’re the one that told
him to go,” the teen teased still smacking away at the libero’s back.
“But he wants to be a school teacher, I have to make sure he follows his
dreams!!” He allowed his friend to roll him over back onto his back, pulling
him up by his arms and setting him upright on the court. Noya sighed, “I’m
good. I’m good, thanks. Just kinda remembered how far he really is now.”
Tanaka smirked, providing his friend a thumbs up. “All good man, I get it. You
smelt Kuroo all over Tsukishima before he had to leave, while you don’t get to
see yours for a while still.” This was why Noya called the Beta his best
friend—truly, Tanaka was awesome. Noya only really had to mention the former
third years for his friend’s facial features to shift into understanding. “How
about this? I’ll let you pick which new swimsuit model gets to be added to the
club walls. I made sure to slip in some speedos in there if you want to ogle
some before making your choice.”
Noya’s eyes brightened, the aura around him growing warm and fuzzy. It had been
nerve wracking to come out to his best friend as bisexual back in first year,
after meeting Asahi and growing comfortable in the fact that he liked guys just
as much as he did girls. But ultimately it was one of the best choices Noya had
ever made. “YOU’RE THE BEST!!” the tiny libero screeched, jumping the taller
teen and clinging to him as he let out a booming laughter.
“OF COURSE I AM!” Tanaka cackled, hands on his hips and chest puffed up with
pride.
                                      --
The first and last day(s) were the worst.
The first was the beginning, the sudden jolt out of his slumber—it always
happened in the dead of the morning—and the panicked fumbling as he threw off
his blankets and clothes before he could run the risk of overheating. A loud
whine breaking out past his lips, back arching off his bed. Kuroo. He’d blindly
reach for his phone plugged in and charging on his nightstand, calling his
older partner even though he knew he shouldn’t.
It was unconditional and Kei would beat himself up over it when the heat would
finish, when his mind was no longer as clouded and no longer constantly
screamed for him to find Kuroo—his alpha. Before dating him his mind would be
screaming for anyone, for anyone to come and keep him company, to roll around
his bed with.
“You’ve reached the Kuroo Tetsurou. Sorry, but mind leaving that message with
the beep?”
“Kuroo. Kuroo,” he panted into the phone, the palm of his hand massaging his
leaking cock. He whimpered, eyes fluttering closed as his fingers gathered up
the slick leaking out of his anus and pressed in with two long fingers. “Kuroo
please—” he broke off with a long moan, twisting his fingers instead him and
crooking them. He couldn’t bring himself to beg the man to come to him, even in
his heat fried brain he couldn’t beg for that.
Kuroo would do it. He’d run here if he had to. It’ll be bad enough that Bokuto
and Akaashi would have to tackle him and keep him from leaving the house that
morning when he finally listened to his voicemail. His message cut off, running
out of time as he moaned the man’s name into the receiver, fucking himself on
his own fingers.
He came for the first time with a whimper, grimacing when his cum landed on his
throat. His hand soaked with his own juices, body twitching—disappointment. It
wasn’t enough. It’ll never be enough.
The first day was the worst when it came with holding to his resolve. Holding
strong to his own decision to wait for a while before spending Kei’s heat
together with the man. It was one chase of an orgasm after the other, no
partner to find comfort in or their scent to calm his raging nerves.
Kei’s eyes snapped open; the sun has risen high in the sky at that point. He
had fucked himself out to the point that he had been able to sleep an hour or
two. His blurry eyed gaze landed on the bag that Kuroo had left him; Kei leapt
from his bed, stumbling on his feet as he crossed the small distance between
his bed and desk chair. Attacking the zipper with a frenzy, Kei retrieved the
first item of clothing he grabbed and brought it to his face.
His body grew limp, legs giving out under him. Kei fell to his floor, landing
on his ass—he didn’t even seem to notice it. Nose and face buried in the bright
red shirt, drowning in the overwhelming scent of Kuroo. Kei whimpered, panting
against the fabric before nuzzling it.
This’ll do for now, Kei thought. Sucking in another lungful of Kuroo’s scent.
***** Day One Point Five *****
Chapter Summary
     Tetsurou was officially grounded... by Akaashi of all people.
Tetsurou woke up at 9:42AM that morning, rolling out of bed clad in his boxers
and his hair floofier that typical. He needed to shower, and even then it’ll no
doubt do nothing to tame his mane. He padded his way out of his room and to the
kitchen where Akaashi’s eyes followed him from the couch in the living room.
Tetsurou’s body itched, a need to run making his toes twitch as he stuffed
toast in the toaster and grabbed a mug from the cupboard. Pouring himself a cup
of coffee, leaving it black—it’ll be later, after the second cup, that he’d add
his creamer.
He could hear when Bokuto finally woke up, the joyous hooting as he toppled
over the back of the couch and crushing his partner made Tetsurou smile into
his second cup of coffee. Even the frenzied pecks that Tetsurou caught as he
passed by the living room again and back towards his bedroom. Bokuto showing
his love with affection was sweet—Akaashi clearly meant the world to him, and
that’s all Tetsurou could hope for his bro.
He set his mug on his nightstand, pulling a shirt off his floor and pulling it
over his head. He didn’t need to go to class for another few hours and it
wasn’t like he needed to doll himself around the house; the stuff between
Akaashi, Bokuto and he was all platonic. And it wasn’t like they hadn’t seen
him hungover with vomit on his shirt, or sick with the flu.
He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and opened it, clicking his way into
his voicemail and holding the phone up to his ear. His eyes closed as the woman
informed him of the one message he had from the number that belonged to Tsukki.
“Kuroo,” Tetsurou dropped his phone to the bed as he jolted up right.
It only took that one breathless whine of his name for Tetsurou to know exactly
why his boyfriend was calling. He’s in heat, his body already in movement as he
pulled on a pair of sweat pants from his floor and threw open the door. His
bare feet skidding on the wood as he braked hard, nostrils flaring.
Akaashi stood in the middle of the hall, hands on his hips and his brow just
raised in the slightest. Just enough for Tetsurou to know that he wasn’t going
to be going through that door anytime soon. He panted, his gums hurt—he almost
snarled at the man standing in front of him. Blocking him from the door.
Tetsurou’s eyes slid shut, sighing heavily. “It’s instincts,” he frowns,
already turning away and looking to Bokuto who nodded full of understanding.
It was instinct for both Tsukki and him; Tsukki was reaching out to him, to his
alpha. To his bond-mate. And Tetsurou was an alpha. An alpha with an omega
partner alone during their heat. He… fuck, he loved that blond headed dinosaur
loving prickly crow.
Bokuto wrapped an arm around his bro’s shoulders, leading the other alpha to
their worn and tattered brown couch and falling into the comfortable cushions
that squealed against the springs at the sudden add of weight. “There there,
man. Tsukki said he’d be stopping by after he’s all done humping his hand, so
work off the tension and shower him with ‘I’m an awesome alpha’ vibes when he
gets here.”
He got it despite Akaashi not being an Omega. Akaashi was a Beta, solid and
firm. He was a Dominate; sub-classed high enough to act and hold himself up
against pride and tested Alphas. The man acted more like an Alpha than his
bond-mate, though that was more in a typical sense. Bokuto had the charisma,
the drive to just swoop in a raise the others he deemed to fall under pack. The
three of them all living together was odd to most if they’d only take into
consideration to their classes.
Two Alphas and a Beta—a Dominate-Beta at that.
Surely they all must assume that they snipped and snarled at each other for
dominance like animals. But that was far from the case. They were pack. A pack
that would grow again once Kenma finished school and moved closer, not in with
them due to the fact that he didn’t have the energy to live in the same house
as Bokuto. But he’ll be close, he had already promised. And as unreadable to
most that Kenma may seem, that Beta was Tetsurou’s most trusted friend—they
were more like brothers.
Akaashi joined them, draping an owl and cat decorated throw that Akaashi’s
grandmother had made them (when she heard that they were moving in together)
over their laps, sandwiching the disheartened Alpha between them. Just like
Bokuto, Tetsurou would bounce back quicker with physical contact—and as much as
Akaashi would attempt to play it off, he rather enjoyed the oddity that their
bond introduced to his life.
“So… what are we watching?”
Bokuto blinked owlishly at the television screen, tilting his head to the side
in confusion as he tried to figure it out as well. “I… don’t know,” he finally
answered his bro with a squint of his eyes.
Akaashi shook his head, “it’s a natural geography coverage of deep sea
creatures down in the Marianas Trench. I thought it might be interesting to
watch before class,” said the one studying marine biology almost smugly.
Tetsurou snickered, accepting his reasoning—it was why he kept on switching the
channels to Law shows, though he spent all his time muttering angrily at how it
was bullshit.
Bokuto whined, “Nerds!!”
                                      --
Akaashi had followed him to his first class, sitting right beside him in the
huge lecture hall that could hold easily four hundred students. Tetsurou would
doubt that many would actually show so it wasn’t like Akaashi’s seat that he
was sitting in would be needed. The man quietly worked on his biology paper,
going over the results of the lab that he had and the experiment he and his
group had worked on.
Tetsurou didn’t have that higher brain functioning to understand all the math
and scientific functions. He hadn’t done poorly in that subject, but it wasn’t
close to being the strongest either. Though give him a conversation about the
brain and psychological processing, and he could snap back with an answer. On
top of his law program, Tetsurou had quickly claimed Psychology as a minor
while he tossed around the idea of just double-majoring in the two instead. But
that might be a little too much to handle; he’d finger that out by the end of
his first year.
Tetsurou alternated between having his sole attention enraptured by his
professor discussing the case study that they had to read, pulling up the
actual case to dive further into detail. Tetsurou made sure to write down the
case again so he could go read it on the Supreme Court website. Maybe go as far
as print it out for a better source for his notes.
He was going to highlight and sticky note the shit outta it!
After the 1.5 hour long lecture Akaashi forced him to attend one of his
science-y lectures, it was a smaller room and Akaashi forced him into a seat
beside the window at the front of the room before walking up and talking to his
professor. Tetsurou caught the words: Omega mate, heat, desperate, run. He
figured that the stern faced man had given the professor a brief rundown of his
situation (highly embarrassing); the professor looked towards him and Tetsurou
glanced out the window pointedly with a blush creeping along his cheeks.
Akaashi took the seat beside him, “you can stay here for the three hours. When
we meet with Bokuto at lunch he’ll stay with you for the rest of the day.”
Tetsurou pouted, hanging his head. He was being babysat—AGAIN.
He pulled out his laptop, clicking through his courses and decided to start
looking at the readings and other mess of assignments he’d have to do later. He
might as well start them now when he was stuck with Akaashi and in a class on a
subject that went completely over his head.
                                      --
His gaze bore into the side of the man’s head, sweat beginning to trickle down
his neck as his bro continued to stare at him like so. Tetsurou could break
him, he could. Bokuto was easier than Akaashi to crack. He only had fifteen
minutes left of his last lecture before Bokuto would accompany him back to the
apartment and insure that he wouldn’t run off.
“Akaashi said no, bro, I can’t go against the bae like that,” he whispered as
the professor droned on. “Please man,” his owl-like eyes glanced towards him,
pleading with him. “I get everything in you is screaming to get to Tsukki, but
both of you really don’t want that yet. So you gotta ignore the instincts. It’s
just for three more days.”
Just three more days.
***** Day Two and Three *****
Chapter Summary
     Did you know that the volleyball club has started betting on Kei's
     love life?
Chapter Notes
     They're boys. High school boys. Of course they'd make bets along
     these lines.
The first day left him needy, his body shivering as he buried his face in that
damn cat plush that smelt like Kuroo. All Kei wanted to do was die; just put
him out of his misery. Something needed to rain from the sky and smite him. Kei
didn’t believe in a God but he was almost tempted to start praying to one just
for that holy being to end his poor excuse of a life now.
Here he was, his head surrounded by everything that Kuroo had brought him to
help him last four days—he couldn’t even last a full day before dumping it on
his pillow and rollingaround in the smell.  If his instincts weren’t screaming
at him, he’d be disgusted with himself. But his brain isn’t exactly functioning
at the cusp of his normal mentality. Kei is just a mess of sweat, sickly sweet
stench of his heat, all with a knotted dildo shoved up his ass.
Now that had been an embarrassing day when he asked his mother to go and get
him one to help with his next heat. He wasn’t exactly old enough to get it
himself, let alone step foot in an ‘adult store’.
But he had researched, reading up on as much heat related personal times that
made his whole body blush. The best he had come up with to starve off the worse
of the heat was exactly what he was doing now—though at the moment the heat was
returning after it’s hour break, allowing Kei to nap and nibble on one of the
many rations he had stored in his room for these four days of hell. The scent
thing was supposed to help him feel at ease, tricking himself into believing
that his partner was there with him. And the knot would stimulate the whole
need to be filled and kept full.
It was all just horrible, embarrassing. Kei always wished to be a different
class than this during his heats—he got so whiny. Clingy.
                                      --
He kept the shirt pressed to his face, ass high in the air as he fucked himself
on that bright red (why was it red?!) dildo. The artificial knot catching his
entrance. Kei gasped, clenching his eyes painfully shut. Groaning into the
clothes that still saturated, radiated, with the scent of Kuroo. It didn’t help
when he started drooling into the pile, mumbling things that he couldn’t be
bothered with remembering.
                                      --
Yamaguchi stared at his phone on the eve of the third day since Tsukishima had
been absent. Out of respect for his best friend, Yamaguchi kept the questions
of “where’s the blond one?” to a minimum and replied just as curtly. Not here.
And Yamaguchi had a feeling that his friend wouldn’t be here even if his heat
finished a day early.
Everyone belonging to the volleyball club had bets on when Tsukki shows up in
Tokyo to spend time with Kuroo. Yamaguchi had the most riding on this, sitting
pretty at two thousand yen that the day after Tsukki’s heat let off he’d be at
Kuroo’s. He knew Tsukki, he saw how he was acting before he holed himself in
his house. He’s seen his friend go through so tough times once he started
getting hit with heat cycles, but the build up to those four days just tended
to grow worse with each one now that he was in a relationship.
It could be because of the Omega-Alpha match, maybe even the fact that those
two were oddly endearing every moment that Yamaguchi was able to sneak a peek.
Hey! Tsukki had bummed a ride down to Tokyo with Yamaguchi’s family when they
went down to visit his grandparents and Yamaguchi hadn’t seen his friend for
that whole weekend until they were on their way back. So, he might have poked
his head out of the curtains when Kuroo had walked Tsukki back to Yama’s
grandparents—he had to make sure he was being treated right!
                                      --
Yamaguchi Tadashi
I have 2000 yen on Tsukki visiting day after heat.
txt me/us? When he gets there
Their life was on pause because of the man in-between Bokuto and he, his head
buried in the pillows as Bokuto drooled on the man’s bare back. Akaashi
couldn’t bring himself to be bothered by it, it’s not like everyone could
always master complete control of their instincts at all time. And the
relationship between Kuroo and Tsukishima was odd, to state it simply. It was…
cute.
Clearly obvious that Kuroo thought the world of his younger lover, and
Tsukishima was softer when he was at their place. The pair reminded Keiji of a
pair of cats laying in the sun, basking in the warm and comfort. The younger
male and Keiji had formed a friendship in their time together, but having to
deal with both Koutarou and Kuroo would do that to most sane people.
Keiji blinked at his phone, rubbing his hand over his face before giving in to
his sluggish body and returning his arm to Kuroo’s back as he texted the second
year high school student back.
It wasn’t the smartest thing of Tsukishima to do if he were to visit so soon
after his heat, typically you’d want at least a full twenty-four hours to
insure that an Omega didn’t still smell like they were still in heat. But Keiji
could understand the drive to spend time with your loved one—Koutarou had
climbed through his window enough times during high school in the dead of night
just to cuddle. Keiji could understand the drive to do something idiotic and
against your nature just too please that voice nagging in the back of his head.
The memory of his kissing Koutarou in the middle of third period English in
their senior year would always light up like a beacon. He couldn’t help but
grab that damn owl’s face and slam a too wet smooch on his face. It shut him up
for the rest of the day, walking around in a daze and a goofy grin on his face.
It was how they ‘came out’ to the school—volleyball team not counting.
He sent the message, dropping his phone behind him on the bed before going back
to snuggling with the distressed alpha.
                                      --
Akaashi
Will do.
Yamaguchi shows the message off to Noya and Tanaka when they ask him about
getting in contact with someone from Tokyo. As Tsukki’s best friend everyone
just assumed that he had to have some connections. If not, they’d shake down
Shoyo into getting in touch with Kenma—or someone.
But yes, yes Yamaguchi did get Kuroo, Akaashi and Bokuto’s phone numbers just
in case Tsukki would ever sneak away in a fit of desperation and teenaged
rebellion—even Tsukki could fall prey to such ‘trivial’ matters. He didn’t
exactly assume that he’d ever do something in this year, mostly he was just
planning ahead for their third and final year when it was just the two of them
and the odd ball duo (along with their beautiful manager, but that was just his
own personal opinions).
“That’s enough with gossiping, we’re here to play volleyball!”
***** Day Four (+ the bonus bet list) *****
Chapter Summary
     Mama Tsukishima is a great mother. And Coach... coach no.
The fourth day of his heat was the worst. Worse than the first and all three of
the days combined. By the fourth day Kei was exhausted, his body shook and
quivered with the need to sleep—to never even think of masturbating again. But
his heat would flare again, burning hotter in the pit of his stomach warmer
than any other day.
It made sense once he got his results back. A Breeder—of course the last day of
his heat would be the worst. His body wasn’t happy with the fact that he wasn’t
knocked up; three days of near constant fucking and he didn’t have anything to
show for it.
Kei was a mess; his bed was disgusting, his room smelt of sex and pheromones
and he couldn’t even open a window to rid the room of the smell. He was
praising himself for thinking ahead and slipping a plastic covering under his
fitted sheet so none of his… mess would pollute his mattress. He had hoped to
put another plastic covering on top of his sheets so he wouldn’t have to clean
them three times just to rid them of his desperation and filth.
He couldn’t even be bothered to grab his horribly bright dildo to relieve
himself. He was done. His body hurt, he felt so tired but his heat wouldn’t
allow him to rest until his hunger was seen to. Kei wrapped his arm around the
plush cat, nuzzling his face against its faux fur and inhaling Kuroo’s scent.
All he wanted was to sleep.
The knock on his door made his body tense, “Kei, sweetie. I’m coming in.” Kei
whimpered, shivering when the door opened and he could smell the new air enter
his room. He felt miserable, showing this weakness in front of his mother
though she had been the one to find him during the confusion and panic of his
first heat. The door clicked shut behind her, giving them some privacy as she
made her way to her son.
Her hands felt cool against his heated back, “I made up a bath for you. Would
you like me to change your sheets too?” Kei nodded; he hated how he acted
around his heats, so needy and pathetic. Like he couldn’t rely on himself
anymore. He hadn’t that more than anything else, hated accepting help from his
mom in this weakened state. He hadn’t how she’d hum his favourite lullaby that
she used to sing to him as a kid, wrapped a blanket around his shoulders and
helping him stand on shaky feet.
She didn’t even bat an eye at the sound of his juices slipping out of him, only
continuing to hum and insure that he was wrapped up good and tight before
leading him out of his room and into the bathroom. The bath was filled with
bubbles, a guilty pleasure of Kei’s even now, testing the water again to make
sure it was perfect before helping her son into the bath.
She pressed a kiss to his forehead, “I’ll go change your sheets and be right
back to help wash your hair. Do you want me to put Kuroo’s thing back on your
bed after?” She swept his hair back, itching his scalp with her nails. Kei
nodded, not trusting his own voice as he submerged himself further into the
bath. “I’ll turn the radio on, just please don’t fall asleep in the bath
darling.”
He had gained his love for music trait from his mother, though their styles and
tastes of their tunes differed. It was nice when he was feeling more talkative
to discuss his latest favourites with his Mom when she’d have him sit down and
watch television with Kei’s father and her. It was one of the things she
insisted they do as a family—watch at least one movie a week together. Though,
once Kei started his heats they’d skip the movie for that week and instead Kei
would choose the movie for the next week.
His father tended to not return home when Kei went into his heats, something
about the crying and whimpering made the man’s teeth grind. And it was now just
growing worse once Kei had started a relationship. So, when Kei finally took a
long inhale through his nose to scent the air in the bathroom, he wasn’t
surprised when his father’s scent wasn’t fresh.
It was just Kei and his mother in the house for the last few days.
                                      --
Tetsurou was tempted to shout his excitement to his whole university. Last day.
Last day and then he could see his beloved Tsukki again. He could call him,
message him on skype and text their day away. He could stop in, taking the
train down to Miyagi and just shower him with affection. Stealing the blond
away from anymore responsibilities and friends who’d check up on him.
Tetsurou could seldom remain still in his seat during his last lecture of the
day. Planning on how to show his boyfriend how much he missed him, how much his
loved him. How much he already considered him his bond-mate without ever
actually using the term to describe him in his presence. Maybe Tetsurou was
just too invested, maybe Tsukki wouldn’t mind. But then again, maybe he would.
Maybe he wasn’t ready for such formal titles.
After all, a bond-mate was up in the class of fiancée and Tsukki was still just
a high school student. Maybe Tetsurou was just hopelessly in love, maybe he was
just a romantic, but Tsukishima Kei was The One. He was Tetsurou’s muse, his
moon and stars. He’d spend his forever with that man if he was allowed to, he’d
tie the knot right that moment.
…Maybe it was just the desperation making him like this.
Maybe he’d go work out after class; swing by his apartment, grab his gym bag
and run the energy out of him.
                                      --
He swallowed his suppressants, hoping to help ease himself out of the worst of
the last day and into a sleep. He wanted to leave early enough tomorrow morning
after making sure he didn’t still reek to go to Tokyo. His mother had already
been made aware of his plan—not that she approved. But, knowing her Kei she’d
rather him not sneak out and risk endangering himself still smelling like his
heat, than just letting him go seek his boyfriend’s comfort after scrubbing his
body raw and triple checking.
“Don’t be in a rush to leave tomorrow,” she tucked the teenager into his
freshly made bed. The plastic cover still under his fitted sheet to protect the
mattress during the end of the last day. Kuroo’s clothes returned to Kei’s
pillow, messy and completely saturating the pillow in the alpha’s scent.
“I’m planning on catching the 3PM train out of Miyagi,” Kei replied, rolling on
to his side away from the woman and grabbing hold of the Stegosaurus plushie,
hugging it to his chest.
“Good. And if you need to leave at any time your father is staying with his
friend around that area. He can come pick you up if you no longer feel
comfortable.” She knows Kei would never take the opinion, no teenager would
take that opinion. But she had to try. It was a mother’s job to look out for
her young. “Good night my firefly, have fantastic dreams.” She pressed a kiss
to his temple, sweeping his damp hair away from his forehead.
She couldn’t bring herself to leave. Couldn’t leave her youngest’s side until
his eyes fell shut, until his breathing levelled out and the sweetness of his
heat began to melt away. Like the tide slipping back into the ocean.
The woman sighed, pressing one final kiss to his temple before leaving his
room. Keeping the door open as she left; just in case he needed her. Just in
case…
                               [Bonus:: the bet]
Tsukishima’s heat ends on Thursday. When will he go crawling to Tokyo?
-2000 yen on Friday (Yama)
-1000 yen on Sunday (Noya)
-1000 yen on Sunday (Tanaka)
-5000 yen on Saturday (1st years combined pot)
-500 yen on Monday (Hinata)
-1000 yen on SatFriday (Yachi)
-500 yen on Saturday (Kageyama)
-1000 yen on Sunday (Narita)
-1500 yen on Saturday (Ennoshita)
-1000 yen on Sunday (Kinoshita)
-500 yen on Saturday (Coach)
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