**Quick Authors Note**

1) I am very new to the fanfiction community, so I am reaaaaally hoping that my story doesn't have too much overlap with other ones that are similar (I have read very few fanfiction works, so I really don't know what's out there, but I'm working on it!)

2) This story contains dark themes, including non-consensual sex acts and drug use, so please, read at your own discretion. There may be portions of this story that could cause triggers.

3) I have over 300K words already written for this work, so chapter updates with be extremely frequent, and the story will not suddenly be dropped- I promise that it will have a proper ending!

4) At first, I tried to maintain the personalities of the characters, but somewhere along the line, a few of them slipped away from me. That being said, I did my best to sprinkle easter eggs here and there.

5) If you notice any spelling errors, I'm sorry! I can only edit on my own so many times and I'm still learning how to properly format things :)

6) I used both first and last names, depending on the characters. Basically, it was whichever of the two rolled off my typing fingers the best.

**Characters**

All characters have POVs at some point, but Asahi-Nishinoya ship lovers will not be given any smut, you have been warned :) (not sure if I can manage to do Tobio/Shoyo, either, but I'll try).

Story contains: Sugawara, Daichi, Oikawa, Hajime, Keiji, Bokuto, Yuji, Yachi, Shoyo, Tobio, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Ukai, Tanaka, Asahi, Nishinoya and various made up characters.

***Tags***(Mature tags)

rape/non-con elements, past drug use, alcohol use, sexual intercourse, m/m, m/f, violence, blood/injuries.

(There are a lot of heartwarming elements, too!)

**Disclaimer**

I do not own Haikyuu! Or the characters affiliated with the series.

Thanks for reading, guys! Just seeing that it has views goes a long ways...otherwise the only reader would have been me, haha.

Chapter One: Collision

Sugawara~

Suga held the shaking, soot covered Yachi, embracing her sobbing shoulders from their seated position on the grey pavement. Shoyo and Yamaguchi were kneeling on her other side, their faces plastered with a mixture of upset and white hot rage. Heat radiated out from the burning building before them, reflecting up into the night sky and vividly lighting the normally dark street.

"I'll kill them...I will hunt down every last one of those bastard Alphas and make them pay!" Suga heard Oikawa spit ferociously from his standing position, a few feet away.

"I'll fucking help you," Nishinoya agreed, his small hands balled into tight fists at his sides as he watched the flames flicker from across the road.

Suga let out a frustrated sigh when he heard Keiji mutter something along the lines of, 'great deal of help that would do, against Alphas.' He craned his stiff neck to monitor the three boys on his left, already knowing that Keiji's unnecessary provocation was going to cause a scuffle.

In mere moments, the slender Oikawa sharply turned to face Keiji and grabbed his shoulders in a frantic sort of desperation. "You are a fucking piece of shit for saying that!" He yelled, profusely shaking his blue eyed friend, attempting to physically rattle the shorter boy back to his senses. "You think they can just get away with treating us like this? Burning down our house?! This was your home, too, you asshole! Be angry for once in your life!"

Suga flinched at Oikawa's statement and glanced back at the hot wreckage in front of him. The flames were no longer licking up into the stars, finally, the fire fighters seemed to be in control of the messy blaze. A slight sob from Yachi alerted Suga that his scent was becoming distressed, indeed, he was- the destructed lot across the road was their home. It was his home, and it was so easily snatched away by the whim of an Alpha and his lapdog friends. Although his rage equalled Oikawa's and he was as horrified as Yachi, Suga did his best to reign in his upset and project a calm fragrance. Now was not the time for them to be divided, especially now that they were both homeless and had only the sleeping clothes on their backs.

Suga swung his silver head back to his bickering flock and watched Keiji gingerly brush Oikawa's hands from his narrow shoulders. "You think everything can be solved with violence, you might as well be an Alpha yourself. What a dream come true that would be for you," he lazily droned to the taller boy through narrowed eyes. Oikawa took a step back, obviously stunned by the personal stab, and Nishinoya quickly stepped between the two, directing himself to Keiji.

"Our. Home. Was. Taken. From. Us. This has nothing to do with Oikawa's self-loathing. You of all people should know that, Keiji."

As Nishinoya and the two larger boys continued to argue, Suga took a moment and tuned out their angry words. He straightened his hunched shoulders and leaned in behind Yachi, lightly poking the ginger Omega in his tense back, "Shoyo…"

The small boy snapped up and returned Suga's gaze. His chocolate eyes were heavy with tears and Suga was, once again, forced to push down his own pang of grief.

"I need you to take care of Yachi for a moment. Rub her back with small circles and try your best to project a calming scent okay?" He said softly and Shoyo nodded in understanding, replacing Suga's hand with his own as the former rose to his feet and walked over to the arguing Omegas.

"Just because something was taken through an act of violence does not excuse a violent act in return."

"What a shocking response! The most passive Omega of the year award goes to...Keji Akaashi!"

"It's not passivity, it's logic, Oikawa. Just because your parents insisted that you grow up taking self defense classes does not mean you can stand your own against a house of Alpha shitheads. Don't be stupid."

"He wouldn't be alone! I can pack a punch, you know. Those fuckers don't deserve the air they breath."

Suga paused and took a deep breath, slightly scrunching his nose when the frightened rage, radiating off the arguing boys, reached his senses. It was true, he wanted to bash some faces in just as much as Nishinoya, but in his heart, he agreed with Keji. Taking a large step forward, Suga gently placed his hand on Oikawa's shoulder, stopping the boy mid-sentence.

"Oikawa, Nishinoya, violence would only incite more violence," he put forth, taking the time to make eye contact with each of them- showing them that he would not put up with any more infighting. When Oikawa lowered his head and shamefully looked as his slippered feet, Suga continued. "Once Professor Suzuki arrives, she will help us report this to the University Administration and a formal investigation with take place. We will have justice. I'm certain of it."

Sugawara~

One week after the house fire, the University's investigation had been completed. Unsurprisingly, the Alpha's were absolved of all fault- the incident was excused as a simple electrical shortage. It was far from the truth, but Suga knew from the start that the investigation's sole purpose was to protect the University's 'Alpha elite.' While he had hoped the world was slowly changing, he wasn't at all surprised by the outcome. Underhanded events like this happened all over Japan. Acts of violence against Omegas were regularly dismissed by the local police and the state government all too often, and in some cases, they were even condoned.

Suga let out a heavy exhale, attempting to release a bit of his pent up stress, and looked across the small, cafe table to his house advisor. Professor Miyo Suzuki, an Omega herself, had brought him the tragic news only minutes earlier and she was still shaking, unable to hide her displeasure. Suga knew little of the woman's past, but he could only imagine the hardships she would have had to endure in order to acquire such a respected profession. Omegas generally maintained one of five fields- homemaker, receptionist, nurse, legal prostitution, or, if they were lucky enough, they worked with one of the many non-profit Omega aid organizations. A professor at a renowned university was definitely not on the regular list.

"You know…" Miyo started, resting her quivering hands on the sides of her porcelain floral tea cup. "When the Department of Education granted Omegas access to Alpha Universities, I knew there would be some adjustments and hurdles...but that was seventeen years ago. You would think that things would have changed by now."

Suga nodded and took a sip of his cappuccino, licking the frothy remnants of milk from his lips. The professor was correct, the merging of Alphas and Omegas in Universities had been a difficult affair...no, it still was. Aside from family members and those few Omegas who lucky enough to make Alpha friends in their pre-pubescent childhood, the two groups had little to no contact until they were thrown head first into the adult world.

The moment a child's secondary gender produced, usually around the age of twelve, they were sent to their respective school. While Alphas were able to roam freely during their formative years, Omega movements were limited to school, home, and the busses that transported them in between.

Suga could understand the government's point of view- it was true that young Omegas were vulnerable to Alphas, in their youth or otherwise. Their irregular heat cycles were both challenging and powerful, but the segregation was only further permeating the divide between the two groups. Even though it would sacrifice the safety of a lot of young Omegas, Suga firmly believed that it would be better to grant them equal measures of freedom. He had come to the conclusion that it was the Alphas that needed to change, not the Omegas...but how could they when they were completely separated from their counterparts during their most influenceable years? Alphas needed to learn self control at an early age, a notion which the current system made completely impossible. Instead, it was teaching young Omegas that they were overly vulnerable until they mated, and to Alphas, that they could do anything they wanted to their fragile equals.

Suga knew from a young age that he did not want to have a mate. He had always rejected the idea, going against the common grain, refusing to sell out to the common narrative. If he did, how would things change? Omegas needed to step up, make their voices and ideas heard, or the system would remain the same. He daydreamed through his entire childhood, salivating over the knowledge and influence he could acquire if he attended a proper University- an Alpha one. There were Omega Universities, but they were merely a state funded facade to give some measure of equality between the two classes. In reality, it was a weak form of reconciliation. There were only eleven Omega Universities compared to the hundreds of Alpha ones throughout Japan. To make matters worse, Omega Universities only offered shallow programs that were dedicated to funnelling their students into the regular Omega professions, aside from prostitution, of course. That was a very different and very tragic story.

Suga remembered, clear as day, when the state announced the Omega Inclusion Initiative in 2003, formally granting Omegas access to all Japanese Universities. It was the moment when he was finally able to start dreaming for something better, something more than pumping out children for a future Alpha mate. He had been eating his morning snack, honey cheerios without milk, in his grandmother's yellow kitchen when an audible crash came from in the living room. He stood up and wobbled over his spilled cheerios on his six year old legs, and made his way towards the noise. As he stood under curved archway between the two rooms, Suga found his grandmother standing in front of the television holding her wrinkled hands to her mouth in shock. A vase of pink roses was smashed on the floor boards in front of her, slowly trickling water across the wood. Suga had been confused by the scent of the room- fear, shock, and happiness were not fragrances that he had ever smelled together before that day. Then, his grandmother turned to him, briskly scooped him into her strong arms, and said, "Suga, my beautiful boy, change is upon us."

A harsh clang from Miyo, shakily placing her tea cup down on its plate, shook Suga from his pleasant, internal reflection. The professor swept her long black hair behind her delicate shoulder and looked across at him, determination in her emerald-colored eyes. "I won't stop," she offered to him in a disciplined tone, "I will find a way to get your home back, I promise."

Suga smiled at the resolute scent she radiated and grabbed her slender hand, releasing his own calm, yet obstinate fragrance.

"I won't stop trying either," he said softly and gave her hand a gentle squeeze of assurance. But first, Suga and his Omega flock needed to find a new place to call home.

Shoyo~

Shoyo scratched around the back of his neck to reach the scent suppressor patch that was pasted on his upper back. It had been bothering him since he had left the shelter earlier that morning. It wasn't that he was unaccustomed to wearing them, his mother had laid one out each morning to protect him during his commute to primary school, it was what the patch stood for that was agitating him. It was a physical reminder of his feelings, of his status as an Omega and the discriminations he faced because of it. It also didn't help that Suga had relayed the terrible news in the group chat earlier, telling them the outcome of the investigation. Shoyo had nearly thrown his phone at the wall in frustration, but instead, he slapped on his patch, hoisted his makeshift school bag over his shoulder, and huffed out his anger during entire walk to the University campus. Physical activity always seemed to help him handle his emotions.

"Shoyo," a timid, lazy voice called out from behind his ginger head, prompting Shoyo to slightly jump up in his hard seat. He turned around, taking one last scratch at his patch, and looked at the hesitant figure of Kenma, a boy he had grown quite close to during the semester. They were in all the same classes and Shoyo liked that the cat-like Omega was extremely mellow with his scents, it helped to offset his own obnoxious ones.

"Your scent distracted me for the entire class," the cat Omega continued in his usual quiet tone and began packing up his things, placing them in his red rucksack with absent minded care.

"I-" Shoyo began but Kenma interrupted him, oblivious, or uncaring, that the ginger Omega was about to speak. "Where have you been this past week? Have you been sick? You haven't answered any of my texts…"

Shoyo's eyes widened in understanding, the cat Omega had been worried about him. "Ah, I'm sorry Kenma, let's go. I'll tell you everything on the way to the Cafeteria. Fries? I want fries," he said hastily, grabbing Kenma's slender hand and dragging him down the long hall.

"You remember the fire on the resident side of campus last week?" Shoyo asked between strides, not bothering to look back at the boy he was pulling.

Kenma nodded, unhappy with the pace Shoyo was dragging him at, but compliant.

"Well...that was my house."

Kenma stopped suddenly and pulled away his small hand, "what?"

"Yeah, it's a long story," Shoyo started, rubbing the back of his head in feigned casualty. "The University Administration said that it was nobody's fault, even though it was Yachi's bastard ex-boyfriend and his Alpha dogs who did it. We saw them, but that doesn't matter, apparently. Seven witnesses, but because we are Omegas, I guess that means...no witnesses," he finished, spitting out the last few sentences with such ferocity that the cat Omega flinched back slightly.

It took Shoyo a few moments of silence, but he soon realized that Kenma, now visibly upset, had begun to let out a vulnerable scent of fear and sadness. The ginger boy did his best to counter it with his own calming one and hastily said, "it's okay! What's done is done, Kenma, you know? Don't worry yourself with it!"

Once again, Shoyo grabbed Kenma's hand in his own and walked forward, he did not want to stay in one place for too long with the scent the by was was giving off- lest any unwanted Alphas pick up on the vulnerable smell. His friend might be mated with an Alpha, but Shoyo most certainly was not. He didn't have the extra protection that Kenma was afforded.

As the pair rounded the corner, Shoyo spotted the cafeteria and picked up the pace. "We're living in a short term shelter right now," he called over his shoulder and felt a wide smile pass over his face at the thought of food. "I'm sure Suga and Oikawa will figure something out! Not to mention our amazing house advisor, Miyo!"

"How many…"

"How many what?"

"How many Omegas were in your nest?"

"Well, there's Oikawa, Suga, um, me, um, three, four" Shoyo started counting on his short fingers, "seven, there are seven of us," he finished, flashing a proud smile at the thought of his flock. He loved them, even the sassy Oikawa and snarky Keiji.

"Huh…" Kenma said softly and Shoyo could see the cogs under his dyed blonde hair turning, mulling over something important.

Shoyo sniffed the air and nearly drooled at the greasy smell of food. He wanted a burger, some fries, and to not talk about this anymore. It was too depressing. Once again, he scratched the scent suppressor on his back, careful to not peel off the edges, and changed the subject. "Kenma! I smell french fries! Let's go get some!" He exclaimed and hauled the cat Omega behind him into the cafeteria, effectively ending the irritating conversation there.

Kenma~

Kenma dragged his feet along the cracked sidewalk, looking down at the video game in his hands. For the first time in his life, he wasn't really focussing on playing, but on Shoyo. His friend was homeless, his nest was homeless- they had no money, none of their possessions, school supplies or otherwise, and the fraudulent investigation left them with zero support from University funds. Kenma sighed, pocketed his console, and looked up at the houses lining one of the many streets of the University's residence district. Surely one of them is vacant?

It was not long before Kenma, lost in contemplation, arrived at his own house, a big yellow building with a large porch, and front yard that housed a hearty oak tree.

"I'm one of the lucky ones..." He said quietly under his breath as he sat down on the porch steps and shuffled the straps of his bag off his narrow shoulders. He could tell by smell that none of his housemates were home, including his mate.

Lucky…Kenma thought again, this time keeping it to himself. He was lucky that he was mated with a dominant Alpha. It kept the other, well, the lesser Alphas off his case. He still wore his scent suppressor, just to be safe, but as soon as an Alpha smelled Kuroo on him, they generally backed off. It wasn't the only perk either, being mated allowed Kenma to live in a University provided Alpha house.

Kenma huffed a small puff of air and lost himself to his thoughts. None of his Alpha housemates gave him any sort of trouble...they never gave him any trouble at all...would they give...Shoyo trouble...was it because Kenma was mated...or because his Alpha housemates were good guys…maybe...

Kenma sat in silence on the porch, softly tapping his foot and formulating a plan.

Kuroo~

Kuroo walked alongside Daichi and Asahi, conversing about their volleyball practise, but suddenly burst into a full sprint as soon as he smelled his mate.

"Hey-" he heard his teammates yell in question as they broke out in their own run behind him, sensing his panic.

Kuroo's mind went to various dark places during his short run, all of which halted instantly as soon as he saw Kenma, safe, giving off an distressed scent. Daichi and Asahi arrived shortly behind him, and Kuroo knew that they had only followed him because of the Alpha scent of panic he had given off. They wouldn't have been able to smell his Omega's upset from the distance that he had- mating partners were better able to smell each others emotions, regardless of a patch.

"Oh Kuroo..." His small mate looked up at him with dazed, yellow eyes.

"What happened," Kuroo growled in command and immediately pulled the boy into a tight embrace. He rubbed Kenma's head against his neck, rescenting him, then began to look over his delicate body for any sign of injury. When he was satisfied that his mate was unharmed, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, and adjusted the cat-like Omega in his large lap.

"There was literally no point in me responding to your question...you were going to check me over anyways..." Kenma drawled out and looked up at his rooster-haired lover, flashing a cocky smirk.

"Well, thank you very much for the stressful walk home Kuroo," Daichi droned sarcastically, slapping the rooster on the back. Kuroo let out a low snarl in response- his volleyball captain was too close to his mate.

"Hey, relax Kuroo. We'll go inside!" Asahi chimed in, his tone lighthearted, trying to ease the situation. The bunned giant walked past the mated pair and into the yellow house, careful not to get too close. Daichi followed with a exasperated sigh.

Kuroo soon forgot about the other Alphas, falling prey to Kenma's distressed scent. It made him want to beat someone's face in. "You still smell upset. You're not injured so what fucking happened? Who hurt you?"

"Kuroo, relax," his mate groaned in irritation and adjusted his scent to force his mate to loosen up. Kuroo loved the smell of his Omega, a shart eucalyptus, sharp like Kenma. He inhaled the black roots of his mate's hair, briefly contemplating dragging the boy upstairs and pinning him against his bed. No, no, he thought hastily, that would have to wait. Kenma was still upset, even if his scent no longer showed it.

"Okay, so what happened?" Kuroo questioned again, slightly adjusting himself under Kenma's weight.

"Well, remember that fire a week ago? I think it was eleven streets down from us."

"Yeah, I saw the flames when I woke up for morning volleyball."

"My friend, Shoyo, he lived there, with his Omega nest. Alphas burned it down."

Kuroo sighed and looked up at the afternoon sky, shielding his eyes from the bright sun with a large hand. He was slightly irritated at what Kenma had said. The discrimination by Alphas against Omegas never really bothered him that much, but this time, Kenma was involved, albeit secondarily. This Omega, Shoyo, was dear enough to his mate to have caused such an upset reaction- Kuroo didn't like it. He looked down at Kenma and frowned, "I can see your cogs turning, what are you thinking?"

"Well…" his mate whispered and looked up at him with unblinking, cat-like eyes. "Shoyo said there were seven of them."

Kuroo groaned and rolled his head back dramatically. He saw where the conversation was going and he knew that he wouldn't be able to say no.

"We have enough room in our house…" Kenma continued, sensing victory. "The fourth years graduated last month and no new Alphas were placed here..."

"Agh, why! KENMA! Why do you do these things to me?!" Kuroo said loudly and fell back on wooden planks of the porch behind him in exasperation, leaving Kenma perched in his lap like a kitten.

"We do," Kenma offered up, gazing down at Kuroo over a petite shoulder. "It's only logical. They're homeless, and the University covered it up to protect the Alphas who burnt it down. We have room in our home. So..."

"You think...throwing a bunch of single Omegas in with a bunch of single Alphas is the solution to this problem?" Kuroo chastised, half-heartedly, and flicked Kenma on the back with his forefinger. "Sounds like a recipe for disaster, to me."

"It's better for them than being homeless. Plus, the Alphas here already know what it's like to live with an Omega..." Kenma said with a yawn and flipped over to lay on top of Kuroo, licking and nipping at the Alpha's scent gland. The rooster groaned at the playful touch, the kid could play dirty.

"I'll talk to the guys, but no promises okay?" He submitted and felt Kenma smirk against his tanned neck in victory. "But, before that," he continued, scooping up his mate in his arms and standing up on front stairs. "I'm going to fuck my scent into you, I'm sick of you smelling like other people."

Daichi~

"This is such a bad idea," Asahi sighed, placing his forehead down on the oak table in front of him with a thud.

"I agree with Asahi, no good will come of this," Daichi said, crossing his arms against his broad chest. Or at least, he was pretty certain it was a bad idea. Daichi didn't have much experience living with Omegas. Both of his parents were Alphas, but they were always sympathetic to the marginalized condition of them- donating funds to Omega non-profits and sponsoring a few families here and there.

Daichi glanced up from his position against the wall and watched as Tanaka dramatically threw his arms over his bald head. "Yeah! It's hard enough to control myself around the buggers walking around campus, let alone in my own house!"

"Okay but hear me out-" Kuroo started but was quickly interrupted by a chirp from Hajime, their snarkiest roommate.

"You're only doing this because your cute little mate has you wrapped around his finger," the short haired Alpha stated lazily and Kuroo let out a guttural growl in response.

Daichi was quick to step in between them. "Okay boys, let's just calm down," he threatened, releasing his own dominant scent to show that he meant business. Brawls would be even more common in this house if a bunch of Omegas were brought in. There was no way this arrangement would work, he thought to himself, but, if what Kuroo's mate said was true…

Tanaka jerked Daichi from his thoughts, pointing at Kuroo's aggressive stance towards Hajime and yelling, "see this is exactly my point! We can hardly manage one Omega in this house!"

"No, its because Hajime is an incorrigible flirt, I'd be pissed too," Tsukishima drawled out from the couch and adjusted his glasses against his pale face.

"Incorrigible, (of a person or their tendencies) not able to be corrected, improved, or reformed," Daichi heard Tobio mutter quiety from his position on the stairs near the front entry.

"Alphas burnt down their home, it's the least we can do to make amends," Kuroo said plainly and straightened his stance, forgetting his previous anger with Hajime.

"Yeah but we didn't burn down their house…" Asahi mumbled into the wood of the dining table and threw his arms forward, as if to physically illustrate his point.

"I think…" Daichi started and the boys all perked up. Even the troublesome Tsukishima was somewhat listening from his position on the living room coach. Daichi did not have the most dominant Alpha scent in the house, but he knew that he was the most respected. "That we should give it a shot. I think we can do this. We already live with an Omega, anyways."

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat" Tanaka whined loudly and threw his head back once again, this time banging it against the yellow wallpaper behind him. "Are you serious? Man, come on…you're so soft, captain."

"Well...if Daichi is willing to give it a shot, I guess I'm on board," Asahi conceded as he got up from his seat and made his way into the kitchen, effectively ending his participation in the debate.

"You're so easily persuaded, Asahi!" Tanaka called out, following him, and Daichi suppressed a snicker when he heard a loud clap on what he could only imagine was Asahi's back, followed by a audible whine from the bunned giant.

"Okay so that's two, no three with Kuroo in agreement," Daichi recounted and ran a large hand through his brunette hair. "How about you Hajime?"

The short haired Alpha rolled his eyes and released a heavy breath, "well, as long as one of them is fuckable, I guess it's fine."

Tanaka, forever the jokester, popped his head out of the kitchen and flashed a wicked smirk, "you're so gross, Hajime! Who would want to sleep with someone as ugly as you?"

"Watch it, baldy."

Daichi rolled his eyes and posed the question to the remaining housemates, "Tobio? Tsukishima? What's the verdict."

"I don't care. As long as the don't disturb my studies," Tsukishima lazily replied without breaking his intense gaze with the book in his lap.

"Yeah whatever," Tobio added nonchalantly and waved a hand at the captain as he walked up the stairs.

"Okay. Well, that's everybody!" Daichi yelled, his hand next to his mouth so that the entire house could hear the decision. "I guess you've got your answer Kuroo," he continued, clapping the rooster boy on the back. "But, no way in hell am I telling our house advisor. I'll leave that shit up to you." When Kuroo's face contorted in disturbed stress from the revelation, Daichi let out a hearty laugh and added, "I believe in you, and I'm pretty sure that Professor Ukai will agree to it, anyways."

Kuroo let out a shiver and gazed off into the distance, "yeah...but he's just so damn scary."

Ukai~

Professor Ukai walzed into the residence information building and slapped down a bundle of paperwork on the secretary's dark desk. The brunette Alpha took a moment to glance over the contents of the pages before looking up at the blonde man in front of her with shocked blue eyes.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand what you would like me to do with this, professor-"

"Ukai."

"Professor Ukai."

"I want you to take these papers," Ukai said, lacing his tone with drawled out irritation and looking down at the bundle of paperwork on the black front desk. "And file them over there in that locker." As he finished, he pointed behind the secretary at the large filing cabinet, physically illustrating his point.

"But…"

Ukai growled low, "what is so hard to understand? This is all that your job entails." He knew that he would face a bit of backlash from the University over this decision, but the merging of unmated Alphas and Omegas in the same house was by no means against policy. Unheard of perhaps, but not illegal. He just wanted the secretary to do her job so he could be done with it, he was hungry for lunch.

"Mr. Ukai, there are no houses on campus that have formally merged unpaired Omegas and Alphas together…" The woman explained slowly, doing her best to keep her tone professional.

"Well the next time someone comes to you with this paperwork, they won't have to go through this annoying chit-chat."

"Sir…"

"Is this against University policy?"

"Well...no but-"

"Then I fail to see what the problem is."

"The problem is, sir, that merging the of the two classes in one house, under these circumstances, could cause the Alphas to become distracted from their school work and club activities."

Ukai forced down his growing irritation. Distract the Alphas...but no mention of Omega safety? He had been shocked by the allegations that Professor Miyo had made against the University when she told him of her Omega's burnt down home. The pair had met earlier to discuss the implications after their student counterparts had alerted them to the situation. After hearing the secretary speak in such a manner, Ukai started to believe the beautiful Omega's story.

"I will be fully involved in their integration, which you would know if you had actually taken the time to read the paperwork instead of just complaining about its implications," Ukai snapped at the woman. He could tell that he had begun to give off a prominent scent of irritation and dominance, but he didn't care.

Smelling his growing impatience, the secretary finally submitted. "I will file the documents but I'm sure the University will respond with a formal check up on the house affairs after a few weeks."

"Fine by me."

"Good. I will inform you as to when it will take place once I have made contact with them."

Ukai sharply turned, not bothering to grace the secretary with a farewell, and exited the brick building. Although he was confident that the Alphas under his supervision were all well-mannered and exceptional at controlling their instincts, he was still worried about the merge. His grandfather, a prominent Omega activist, would be proud of the steps he was taking to shelter the marginalized flock. Nonetheless, it wasn't he who had made the decision to allow the Omegas into the home, it was his Alpha boys. Ukai swore to himself that he would not allow their charity to turn into another bullet for the University to use against Omegas. He would do his best to make the transition as easy and successful as possible.

Sugawara~

Suga had met with professor Ukai and professor Miyo early that morning. He was pleased to see that the Alpha house advisor was very much in control of his instincts- more so than any Alpha he had ever met, aside from his own grandmother, of course. Nonetheless, he was worried when the two professors had explained that they would be unable to partake in the first meeting between the Omega and Alpha students. The leaders just couldn't seem to get their schedules to line up, and Suga knew that the sooner his flock was out of the shelter, the better. There was no time to waste, the shelter wasn't exactly a secure place to live. For starters, it was very far from campus- Suga worried everyday about his flock's unprotected commute to and from class.

Ukai had promised him that he had sat down with his Alphas and made clear the implications of the situation. The blonde professor had also told him that the unofficial Alpha leader of the house, a boy named Daichi, was even more level headed than he was. While this made Suga feel a little better, he couldn't imagine meeting an Alpha more in control of himself than Ukai, he was still very worried. It was clear that all of them- the Alphas, Omegas, and their house advisors- that they were stepping into unknown territory. Never before had unmated groups lived in such close proximity and Suga knew that it was extremely important that they not fail. He rolled his shoulders to release a bit of pent up tension and clung to the hope that the Alpha, Daichi, would help make the introductions as smooth as possible in Ukai's absence.

"Okay does everyone have their Alpha spray?" Suga lectured his flock and grazed his honey colored eyes over his Omegas in question.

"Yesssssssss."

"Patches on?"

"Yeeeeeees."

"Heat prevention injectors? Did anyone forget anything at the shelter?"

"Stop stalling Sugar Momma!" Oikawa whined, slapping playfully his hand. "You sound like an overprotective grannie. At this rate we'll be standing outside the house all evening~~"

Suga knew that his chestnut haired friend was right, but he couldn't help himself. He was fully projecting a calm scent out to the Omegas and had instructed them to do the same. From what he could tell they were pretty successful, aside from Yachi, but the circumstances around her were...complicated. Suga knew that his little female Omega could remain in their room with her distressed scent and be safe, but the rest of them….if they were to be around Alphas full time, they needed to better control their emotions.

"Shoyo!" A small boy shouted, louder than Suga expected from such a drowsy looking person, from the porch of the yellow house in front of them. "Are you guys going to come in or what…?"

"Alright, you guys stay out here on the lawn a moment, Oikawa and I will go in and assess the situation. Do NOT leave the property," Suga lectured before starting towards the house, determination driving each step he took.

"You heard him baby birds, chill out and enjoy the evening sun a while~~" Oikawa shouted over his shoulder as he followed the silver haired leader into the unknown.