A/N: This is my first time trying a/b/o, so it goes without saying that I have no idea what I'm doing.

About the universe

High school years run longer, you don't start university till age 20 when hormones are considered settled.
Due to the unpredictability of newly presented alpha's and omega's and their general lack of control and learning curve to their presented bodies, it was considered much safer it create a segregated secondary school system.
Beta's have the choice to go to either an Alpha school or an Omega one.
Gender roles are still an issue, so Omega schools are still largely female populated while male beta's tend towards Alpha ones.
Because of this, male sports at omega schools are generally lacking, conversely the preforming arts tend to suffer at Alpha ones.
To account for this, each district has a specific Omega Sports or Alpha Arts high school which receives extra funding to their programs.
Omega schools are allowed to choose wether they want to compete in the Alpha league or Omega one. The sports schools always choose Alpha.
Teito high school in Tokyo is considered the best and many top athletic Omega struggle to be accepted into its coveted sports program. It's the only Omega school to have played in Koshien.
Universities are integrated though in past they weren't.
In the past Waseda was a traditionally Omega University. As such, they still hold a commitment to giving out many omega specific sports scholarships.
Bonding is not permanent, but lasts roughly a year.
Platonic bonds are popular as it helps mute your scent to others and avoid unwanted attention.
In sports, an omega won't get a team spot unless they are bonded as their scents from the heightened emotions of the game can be used as an unfair tactic against the other team.
these are casually referred to as sports bonds and typically done between friends who don't mind the heightened awareness they'll gain of their partner.


Miyuki opened his eyes with a groan. His head ached, his mouth felt stuffed with cotton, and his body was uncomfortably stiff. Not only that, but this was most certainly not his pillow, not his blanket, and not his bed. He groaned again, turning over to survey his surroundings. He took in the piles of clothes, cluttered desk of school work, and baseball glove tossed in a corner.

Yep, he had no idea where he was.

How much had he had to drink last night and why were his 'friends' the kind of assholes who wouldn't stop him? Hell, they probably laughed and fist bumped each other as he went home with... Whom ever. Bet they found it hilarious that an omega had finally managed to drag him off after they saw him avoid so many advances on campus and after games. And all it took was a single breath to know that it was definitely an omega. The sweet comforting smell of the pillows that made part of him want to drown in them attested to that. The room also bore the lingering scent of something more primal. That along with the fact that he was most definitely naked under these blankets, made it all too easy to guess what he and his 'friend' had gotten up to last night.

Shit.

What kind of idiocy had he managed to get himself into now? At the very least he hoped drunk Kazuya had been aware enough to use protection, because he couldn't remember a damn thing. He'd gone out to the club with the team where they'd forced way to many shots on him, then what? He remembered golden eyes and a slender, firm waist against his hands. He remembered dancing dim lights with blaring music, a mischievous laugh, a knowing caress. He remembered the scent-that same scent him was currently curled into-grabbing his attention the moment they'd passed too close, beckoning him. But after that, it was a blur and nothing.

Shit.

He really was an idiot. The worst kind of idiot, without a plan or consideration. And on top of that, this wasn't even the first time something like this had happened. Once Miyuki started university baseball, he became all too aware of the seniors sadistic tradition of getting their fresh kohai well and truly trashed. It was also where Kazuya learned how helpless a drunk, inexperienced alpha was in the hands of an omega with a target in mind. He could count the number of times it happened on one hand-still could after this past night-and it wasn't like he regretted them, not completely, but the awkwardness that followed was always the worst. He had a tendency to be a bit of an asshole, or so he's been told-loudly-repeatedly-once with a mug thrown towards his head.

Anyways, he was a second year now. He'd learned his lessons, should be well past this. But nope, turned out all he needed was one whiff of an enchanting scent, and he was back to being an idiot alpha. He buried his face in the pillow one last time before sitting up. This sucked. Guess he was going to have to add one more awkward morning to his memories.

And where was his golden eyed omega, anyways?

Straining his ears, he heard the sound of a sizzle and Miyuki sniffed the air. Ah, they were making breakfast, or eggs at the very least. They wanted him to stay for breakfast? The awkward levels were rising. Didn't they know you were supposed to let your drunken one night stands sneak out while you feigned sleep, giving them the fleeting semblance of dignity? Why did drunk Kazuya have to be such a stereotype?

Miyuki pushed himself up, wincing at his headache, and quickly found his cloths and glasses in the scattered piles. He checked the pockets; keys, wallet, phone, check. Thank god for small miracles.

Dressing himself he also saw the bottle of Advil and glass of water at the bedside where he'd slept. Shit. Whoever it was, they were doting on him. Never a good sign. That combined with the few baseball items and posters, meant they were probably a fan. Those were the worst. Clingy to the end and all convinced they were destined to be his perfect mate ready to spit out some pups. He cringed, remembering the flying mug incident. God he hoped whoever was out there wasn't wearing an apron.

It didn't stop him from taking the Advil though.

Once dressed, he cautiously stepped out into the hall. The dorm living space and small kitchenette were combined to his right, a washroom to the left and probably a roommates room across from him. And there, standing by the stove with his back turned and listening to a pair of earbuds, he was, his likely 'conquest', humming off tune and stirring a frying pan. Kazuya caught only a glance before giving in to cowardice and ducking into the washroom to relieve himself.

There was no way he could sneak out the door now without him noticing. At least it was a him. The one thing all his drunken messes had made clear was that Kazuya definitely had a type. Conversely, flying mugs had taught him never to imply he must have thought they fit said type in an attempt to get away, rather than just admitting he was experimenting. But that didn't mean anything, as the living space held even more sports decor with baseball and fitness magazines scattered about. He did not want another crazy fan stalking him. But at this point, what could he do? They knew he was up now; the sound of the door and the flushed toilet must have alerted them. He should have taken advantage of the ear phones and just made a run for it. Why was he so stupid? He could already hear Kuramochi making fun of him.

There was nothing for it. Time to be an alpha and face the consequences.

He stepped out into the living space. "Erm, hey."

The boy jumped, pulling out the earbuds and setting his spatula to the side. He turned, grinning widely. "Miyuki Kazuya!"

Kazuya froze, eyes raking down and up, and down again.

He slept with that? That!

The omega had messy brown hair, tanned skin, a large smile, and bright golden eyes. He was wearing only a thin tee and loose sleep pants, but it showed enough to let him know he was very fit underneath; not at all the typical omega physique and Kazuya wasn't complaining in the least. The catcher couldn't help but take a moment to self congratulate himself while also lamenting his lack of memory for the night previous.

He was hot.

The omega gave an artless stretch, revealing just a hint of abs, before taking a step forward. Miyuki wet his lips.

So god damn hot.

Who made the first move? Who took the lead? He felt a spike of arousal just considering it. Was he passive or aggressive, were they passionate or laughing drunks? He shook his head; he'd been staring. The omega's head cocked revealing virgin skin and a sprinkle of bruising.

Luck really could be a bitch sometimes.

Miyuki walked a few steps forward. The omega was still smiling and giving off the most welcoming scent; pleased and excited. The desire to wrap himself in it like the blanket earlier, niggled at him. And here Miyuki was, a hungover mess, not even able to remember last night, let alone his omega's name.

"Erm..."

"Did you sleep okay? Did you see the Advil? I was worried you'd be hungover. Are you? I've got some Pepto-"

"I did, I'm good. Thanks," Kazuya quickly replied. Apparently he was the only one with a splitting headache this morning. Kid knew his name and everything! Damn Kuramochi and damn his stupid shots.

"I'm just finishing up some breakfast if you would like some. I mean, last night got pretty crazy, heh. It's just rice and eggs. I'm still not the greatest on my own but my roommate makes sure we don't starve. Oh, he's away for the weekend, so don't worry about that, you can stay as long as you like. If your hangover is still bad I mean-"

The kid was rambling; his voice bright and cheerful with just a hint of being unsure. Maybe he was just as nervous but decided to plow through it. If Kazuya wanted to escape, now was the perfect time to make an excuse, say he needed to be somewhere, but the thought of doing so left an uneasy feeling in his gut. Something about him felt felt familiar, something about those eyes, the way he spoke. And there was that scent... Even if Kazuya wanted to be an asshole and brush him off, his alpha certainly did not. Speak to him. Get his name. You need to know his name. Every instinct was telling him.

"Um, actually, about last night." Kazuya scratched the back of his head. "You see, I don't really remember... anything."

The smile on the omega's face froze. "Any- You mean..."

"I very vaguely remember dancing with you, but that's it." Miyuki gave a faint smile, focusing his eyes away. "Sorry."

Yep, he was an asshole.

"Oh. Well... That-that's fine," the omega hesitated, still holding his grin but his cheerfulness was strained. "I mean, we've all been there, right? Heh heh. It happens. Um..." The boys eyes drifted to the side and his fingers fidgeted. The smell in the room was also turning...

Miyuki's mouth twitched. "Your eggs are burning."

"Huh? Ack! Shit!" The boy turned, grabbing the spatula and lifted the pan from the burner, practically burning himself in the process judging by the way he flinched.

Miyuki strode over, his protective instinct telling him to check that his omega was safe. "You're not very good at this, huh?" Not my omega, he internally chided himself, eyeing where the boy's hand had jerked. The boy waved him away.

"I'm fine, fine." He looked down at the pan with a pout. "I think I can still save them."

Cute.

Miyuki peered down at the burnt mess. Maybe... But they wouldn't be very good.

"Oi, don't give me that face yah useless alpha, grab me the butter!" the omega said, shaking the spatula in his direction and giving no thought to pushing past him. After grabbing a few spices, he turned his back and started shaking garlic and pepper on to the charred mess all the while poking it as if it would suddenly pop to life.

Kazuya shook his head, holding back a laugh and not sure what to make of the scene. It was a relief that he was being casual about this. "If you say so." With the tension broke, Miyuki opened the fridge and handed over the butter, mildly curious if it could indeed be saved.

"Sawamura."

"Huh?"

"That's my name. Sawamura Eijun. I'm guessing you don't remember." The omega fluttered around him, grabbing two plates and popping open the rice cooker.

"Oh." Looked like he was staying for breakfast. His chance for escape and making an excuse had passed but he wasn't sure he minded. At least for now, his curiosity was more peeked than his sense of self preservation from crazy stalkers. Incredibly hot, infectious, crazy stalkers... "Sorry."

"Even though we already met." He placed two plates of rice and burned egg on the small table.

Miyuki cringed. "I was really drunk. More than I like-"

"I mean from before." The boy sat across from him, staring steadily. "We've met before."

Huh?

Miyuki frowned, thinking back. Where could they have met before? He didn't remember that. Surely he would remember a scent like-

"At Seidou. I was supposed to go there. Before I presented."

What!? Miyuki tried racking his brain for any unpresented classmates who had had to be transfer out. It was rare but it did happen, but it should stand out if it did...

"Well I was still in middle school at the time, so of course you don't remember." The boy poked at his rice, looking down with a hint of red on his cheeks.

So as a first year. That meant- Wait, Kazuya's eyes widened. He couldn't be...

"You caught for me. Briefly. I know it's silly, but I never forgot that."

Miyuki's memory clicked in place. "You were that kid!"

Those golden eyes, staring at him from across the plate. He was a pitcher. He was supposed to be his pitcher. Miyuki laughed.

So that's what happened to him! He'd wondered, figuring the boy had gone to farm life and obscurity after that. Hadn't given him much thought beyond 'tsking' at the waste. Disappointed that a shiny toy had been taken away before he even got the chance to get his hands on it. But that wasn't it. He'd presented. He'd had to go to an Omega Beta school. So of course he couldn't attend an Alpha Beta school like Seidou. Why hadn't he considered that? He had wondered, at least for at time. That kid, with the golden eyes and so much unpolished grit...

"You went against Asuma." Miyuki continued to laugh, taking a bite of his eggs. Oh, that was interesting. Not, um good, but for half burnt, better than he'd expect...

"You do remember!" The boy's eyes lit up, and his slightly slumped form sat up straight.

Miyuki coughed, swallowing the egg. "Yeah. I mean it was a long time ago. But I remember." He shook his head. "Who would of thought. So you're that kid, eh? All grown up now."

Sawamura's grin brightened. "Yep! I play for Waseda now. Sports scholarship and everything!"

As if he couldn't be surprised more, this omega had managed to get a sports scholarship too? Well damn. "Okay, considering the last time I saw you, you could barely throw a fastball, you're going to have to tell me how that happened. Also-" he took another bite, "-your eggs need work."

"Hey!" His nose scrunched up.

Very cute.

"You told me I was alright back then!"

"Did I?" Miyuki leaned back with a smirk.

"Of course!" One hand gestured wildly. "You were telling me how we were partners and going to take down a giant..."

Miyuki laughed. "That does sound like me."

Sawamura rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I couldn't go to Seidou any more-"

"And I didn't see you at Teito, I would have remembered that for sure."

"No. My family couldn't afford a school like that. I went to my districts sports O/B school and we did alright. I mean not as good as Teito, but we could make it a few rounds in the summer tournament. And my last year, we even made it to the finals! I was the Ace and I guess we made a big enough splash to get me scouted," he puffed out proudly.

Miyuki ate his eggs and rice, listening intently; the rice at least was fine. Well damn, he thought proudly, that was a hell of a lot better than simply fading into farm land obscurity. "So after all that. You're here now. An Omega part of The Big 6." Miyuki smirked. "I'm at Meiji. We're going to end up playing against each other you know. I'm gonna to look forward to that"-a pause-"don't think I'm going to go easy on you just because we've slept together."

"You better not!" His eyes gleamed sharply. "I'm not on the bench yet but next year for sure, if not sooner. Even if we hadn't met again, I was excited for the chance to face you again. "

The two stared at each other. Miyuki relished the scent the other gave off; completely unguarded in his home and just so omega, satisfied and confidant. He could easily fall asleep here, or just relax with ease and do his home work. This must be what was meant when people say 'a house is never complete without the scent of an omega.' Kazuya had brushed it off as a sexist old-fashioned comment about keeping omega's in the kitchen, but maybe there was something more to it? He was sure now at least that he could aside his worries about him being a baseball groupie. Sawamura was the genuine artifact. A scouted omega likely on his way to the pros. Amazing. Did he appreciate how rare that was? This kid he met who was so loud and full of himself had made it this far? Oh, how he wished he'd been the one to temper those pitches. It would have been so much fun...

And then if he had gone to Seidou...

Miyuki clenched his jaw, reigning in his thoughts. Fuck, it sucked that he couldn't remember last night at all. He regretted that more than ever now. How he'd love to see this pitcher, Eijun, who was supposed to be his pitcher, beneath him, calling for him, begging, biting...

Nope. Definitely not thinking of that.

Sawamura's noes twitched and he hoped it wasn't because he'd loosed any of his pheromones. How embarrassing. Getting turned on by the prospect of catching a pitch.

"Wait, does that mean you knew it was me last night? Did I know who you were?" Actually maybe he was a groupie, just of a different sort.

"Uh, kind of. I mean we didn't do a whole lot of talking, heh..." Sawamura's face flushed. "I told you who I was and that we'd met before. But I guess I was a bit more drunk than I thought and I didn't expect you to just smell so good and..."

The boys eyes widened as if just realizing what he'd said.

Miyuki laughed. "So you did recognize me and decided to use your omega wiles, huh?"

Sawamura scowled. "Oi, don't act like you're so innocent. You were all over me! It's not my fault you're an easy drunk!"

Miyuki cringed. "Right, well it just sucks I can't remember any of it. Sorry erm, if I did anything, or ah-" His face turned red. While it seemed like Sawamura was perfectly capable of handling himself, Miyuki was still the alpha in the situation. There was a certain societal responsibility that undoubtably fell upon him regardless.

"Mm, you were fine," Sawamura replied, stuffing more rice in his mouth. "I know I had a good time. You were-" He scrunched up his face in thought, "-very alpha."

Miyuki's eyebrow rose. Well at least he hadn't embarrassed himself... "Er, thanks, I suppose."

Sawamura nodded. "Last night, at the club, I noticed you staring so I asked you to dance. I'm a bit of a handsy drunk, very much living up to the omega stereotype. Things got very touchy feely fast." Sawamura blushed. "When we went to the bar for a drink, you didn't ever take your hand from my waist and I just couldn't believe it was you and that you very obviously liked me. Honestly I think my scent was going into overdrive at that point, people kept giving me looks. One even shouted at me to get a room. I shouted back 'I intend to' and you laughed."

Miyuki grinned, lost in trying to reimagine the scene in his head.

"We had our drinks and found a place by the wall where we could hear each other. I talked about baseball and, uh..." If it was possible, his face turned a darker red. "Things got heated. You started to scent me and telling me, uh, things. It was really hot. I think one of your friends bought us shots, said 'it was about time'."

Of course they did. Miyuki rolled his eyes, doing his best to ignore the rising temperature of the room. He also had a bit of an idea of what kind of 'things' he may have told the gorgeous omega, things that should never be repeated in polite company, things he'd been trying to keep out of his mind all morning. It really was getting hotter, wasn't it?

"It would have been some of my teammates. They think I need to get out more so they drag me a long every now and then."

"I should write them a thank you letter," the omega replied with complete sincerity.

Something shifted in the way he was staring at Miyuki. He was still red faced but too stubborn to look aways. "We tried to dance more but ended up just making out. The world stopped existing. You tasted like rum and cream. I knew I had to get you home else I really needed to change my omega liner."

Fuck. Miyuki's nostrils instinctually flared at the mention and caught a changing in the air. It smelled like-

Sawamura lowered his eyes.

Was he aroused? Was he doing this on purpose?

Miyuki did his best not to let his scent answer the omega's unintentional slip up-if it was unintentional-but as he looked across the table, the long line of Sawamura's throat drew his gaze. Dark bruises trailed down into his collar where they likely continued, teasing him of last nights activities and how he failed to remember any of it. He was likely failing badly.

Sawamura's eyes snapped up, impolitely sniffing the air.

Spectacularly badly.

Yet Kazuya wanted.

"I wouldn't mind, you know, doing it again sometime." His voice was hushed and he didn't blink or look away.

Miyuki swallowed. How could he just say something so blunt like that? What was the protocol for this? Should he give him his number? He didn't date. Couldn't really, he had no time for that. But with the way Sawamura was looking at him and the way their scents were affecting one another, he wasn't exactly sure he was talking about a rain-check.

Sawamura must have seen the indecision on his face. "I don't date. That's not what I'm saying." He started picking at a mark on the table. "I'll lose my scholarship if my grades drop and baseball is a full time commitment. I've never met an alpha that can respect my independence or accept they will always come second, so I stopped trying. You, I-" He cut himself off, paused, and then pushed himself from the table to stand up. "Miyuki Kazuya, would you like to have sex with me?"

Miyuki choked on air.

Oh my god, this kid! He'd never met anyone like him. He was hilarious! Way to break the tension. Kazuya clutched his sides and bent over laughing. Who says that?!

"Hey! Don't make fun. It's not like I can't smell you!"

Miyuki sat up, wiping a tear from his eye. "You're right, I do, I do"-no point denying it-"I just- what do you even say to that?"

Sawamura gave a pout. "You say yes, of course."

"What, like right here, right now?"

"Yes!"

Miyuki's eyes went wide. "You're serious." Of course he was being serious.

"Yes I'm being serious, you bastard. Stop making this awkward! You don't remember, right? Well, now you can. And, and if you don't have time, well... maybe we can set it up. Or we, I don't know, something."

I'm not ready to let this end, Miyuki felt the unspoken words. He always did have a good read on people. Sawamura was putting on a brave face, but the cracks were starting to show. There was a vulnerableness Kazuya hadn't noticed before. It was in the way he fidgeted, how his jaw clenched, and how he forced himself to remain standing up straight, refusing to look away. He gets louder when he wants to hide. His head tilted just slightly to the side, so small he doubted the boy even knew what he was doing.

Maybe it was some primal alpha part of his brain, or maybe he was just going insane, but common sense was leaving fast. Why not? Why the fuck not? He could feel his heart beating fast in his chest. They were both adults. There was no alcohol at play now. A prime omega was literally throwing himself at him. And he liked him.

Fuck it.

Miyuki stood up and stalked around the table.

Sawamura only had time to gasp when Miyuki reached for his face, bringing their lips together. He waisted no time, quickly deepening it. Eijun's tongue joined in and Kazuya was ready to devour him.