Because LevYaku is my OTP and I have written nothing for it and there is far to little fanfiction for it, especially here on ! C'mon people, are you guys just gonna let AO3 take us over!? So here's my contribution to this ships fandom, help me make it sail!
Omegaverse featuring Alpha!Lev and Omega!Yaku. Lots of awkwardness from both sides over courtships, protectiveness, and mating bonds and such. Much fluff! Angst to come in later chapters though with a nice smattering of angst all throughout the story. Is outweighed by massive amounts of fluff though. Hope you enjoy!
Yaku was a confident omega.
From the outside, at least.
It was not that he was ashamed with the fact that he was an omega, of course not. Being an omega was nothing to be ashamed of. He only felt as though he'd be much more comfortable in his own skin if he'd presented as a beta. Maybe even being an alpha would be easier. Growing up, everyone had assumed that Yaku would present as a beta. With two beta parents, an older beta brother and older beta sister, it was to be expected.
Naturally, when Yaku went into his first heat in his final year of middle school, it was quite the shock to his family and friends alike.
Other then the fact that Yaku had, admittedly, started caring about his appearance and the way he dressed a bit more then before, nothing much had changed in his mannerisms or otherwise.
But Yaku was confident to all of his classmates and teammates, a calm, collected, proud omega who would easily find a mate when the time was right, and when the time was of his choosing.
Of course, Yaku didn't exactly have anyone to tell about how he felt like the most pathetic excuse for an omega in the entire school.
He didn't understand how he could possibly be found attractive in any sense of the word. The fact that he wasn't going to roll over and take commands was something he viewed more as a curse then a strength, but he wasn't going to be able to just change himself so easily. It was the way he reacted to adversity, there was no time for him to think, so he just got angry and lashed out. Many people viewed this as self confidence, that Yaku wasn't going to let himself be pushed around. The latter part was true, but it was only a quick trigger reaction, nothing that Yaku thought out and actually meant to do.
Yes, Yaku was fine with who he was, but if he had the chance to change his secondary gender, he would in a heartbeat.
To be totally honestly, these feelings, while present all throughout highschool (and during that awkward period of crushing on Kuroo that Yaku had deemed ridiculous and short lived in hindsight) the insecurities had never really hit home all this hard until he met that silver haired first year with the brilliant smile and a pair of emerald green eyes that looked positively feral when he was concentrated on the ball.
Because how could someone as perfect as Haiba Lev ever think a short, flat, plain looking, violent, blunt, easily angered, omega was attractive?
Yaku scowled at the mere thought of it, even here in the gym, taking a water break while watching Lev practice spikes, it irked him.
Irked was, perhaps, not the right word, more like humiliated him.
Lev was perfect.
Purebred half russian lion blooded alpha, tall, handsome, and with a scent that Yaku had personally witnessed several more fragile omega's swoon over.
Yaku was stronger then to let something like Lev's scent mess with him, even though he had to admit that out of all the alphas Lev was rather unique with his scent. It was a forest filled with fresh snow. Like pine trees and crisp, clean, untainted air.
Damn it, Morisuke, you're staring at him again.
The libero smacked himself lightly in the forehead with his bottle.
What business did he have, harboring a crush on his kouhai anyway? He should count himself lucky to be viewed as a personal friend of such a respected alpha.
Even though with all of that perfection and respect going for him, Lev was still about as sharp minded as a brick.
Oblivious to a point where Yaku was quite sure that several omegas could be openly flirting with him at the same time and the message still wouldn't have gotten across.
He'd had the personal pleasure of attempting to correct Lev's miserable receiving form ever since the towering alpha had joined the team. Yaku appreciated how Lev didn't think it was below him to learn from an omega. That was something else that Yaku had encountered many times before, an alpha refusing to learn anything from Yaku, or accept that Yaku could handle himself on the volleyball court. The auburn haired high schooler had more then once had to give up on a new recruit simply because they refused to retain anything that Yaku would try to teach them.
Kuroo would then proceed to kick these narrow minded, shallow players off of the team, but that was beside the point.
This training had forced Lev and Yaku to spend many evenings in the gym together.
Yaku was sure that if, by some miracle, Lev was interested in him, he would have taken one of these countless opportunities to propose courtship.
But he hadn't.
Which meant he wasn't interested and Yaku seriously needed to get back to practice.
Still, the auburn haired libero found himself looking up as the alpha he so admired slammed another spike to the ground.
"I got it, Kenma-san!
"It's coming back." The deadpanned voice replied.
"Wha...OWW!"
Lev was smacked directly in the face by Inuoka's receive, Kuroo's set and Yamamoto's spike.
"When did they even get over there!?" Lev cried as he sat up on his knees, his entire face printed red by the volleyball.
"Like five tosses ago, did you seriously not notice them!? How thick headed can you be?" Yaku tossed away this miserable moping for a later time. Preferably when the object of his feelings wasn't several steps away whining like a child.
"Lev, cut it out. It was a good spike, but since you apparently didn't see the other team, you didn't try to avoid them. You spiked it directly at Inuoka!"
Yaku grumbled as he walked over to the court.
"Three on three!" Kuroo cried out suddenly.
"Wait, what?" Yaku asked.
This was all the warning he got before a ball was heading directly for him.
"Kuroo!" He shouted, no matter his reflexes, still frozen with surprise, Yaku was in for a painful blow to the stomach.
That is, until Lev's wrists received the ball, the half russian having flung himself across the court and in front of Morisuke.
The ball ricocheted, Lev's wrists sending it back over the net in a lazy arc as the alpha went tumbling into a pile of overlong limbs.
"Did you see that, Yaku-san!? I got it! I received it! Just like we practiced!"
Lev cried out excitedly as he disentangled himself from his own appendages.
"Lev, it's coming back." Kenma reminded.
"Wha...ACK!"
Lev was struck in the face for the second time and thudded to the ground in a heap, Yaku nimbly sidestepped him to avoid getting crushed.
"Two for two!" Yamamoto slapped a high five with Kuroo, grinning from ear to ear.
"Again, Yamamoto-san!?" Lev was now throwing a tantrum. Again.
Yaku sighed in disappointment, thinking back to Lev's receive.
Well, at least he got it back...wait.
Yaku furrowed his brow as the screaming of teammates fell to white noise in the background.
How did he react faster then I could? My reflexes are far better then his. Unless he saw that I was about to get hurt...
"Yaku-san! Why are you staring off at the net like that? I could pick you up if you wanna see over the other side! I know you're to short to jump to see it, but I could help! Or we could get you a step stool!"
Yaku's eye twitched and everyone on the team gave themselves running distance, Kuroo dragging the forever disinterested Kenma along.
"Lev...SHUT UP!"
I hope you liked it so far. I'd appreciate it if you dropped a view to help me get up the courage to continue this story, because I've never really ever written something like this, so I hope it's going well! Please favorite, please follow, and please review! Thanks so much!