Notes: THIS IS THE FASTEST I HAVE EVER WROTE A CHAPTER AND I FEEL LIKE IT'S KINDA SHORT BUT WE'RE ABOUT TO GET INTO SOMETHING GOOD SO WAIT FOR ME OKAY?!

To say Netto hasn't been an influence on his Operator would be a lie. Blues knows this better than anyone. Especially in this very moment, watching Enzan going through his morning routine of checking his schedule, drinking his coffee, and not taking his scent dampeners.

Blues chooses not to comment on this, instead taking the opportunity to announce that Rockman and Netto had sent him an email last night regarding a possible rematch for their missed battle two weeks prior.

"If he's looking forward to losing so much, tell him we can do it Friday," he comments, not looking away from the business emails he was reading on his PC.

"Enzan-sama,"Blues begins, "Your schedule is full on Friday."

Enzan sips his coffee, nonchalant, "Cancel the suppliers' meeting. It's redundant anyway, I already personally visited all the factories last week."

Blues immediately deletes that block off of the Friday schedule bar.

It was around the third meeting of the day, a shareholders' bi-weekly conference, that Blues notices a distinct difference in behavior. A gathering of any of shareholders usually ends up turning into a session of competitive interruption of everyone else's sentences. However, the meeting today seemed to going much more smoothly, with a lot less resistance to ideas proposed by Enzan than there usually was.

When it ends, Blues comments, finally unable to hold back his thoughts," It surprised me you didn't take your usual scent dampeners today, Enzan-sama."

Enzan glances in his direction briefly before responding, "It's not healthy taking them everyday. As I've been told."

And Blues has been telling him that. For months.

"Indeed," Blues says simply.

Rockman has never been more angry in his life.

The man has a hand gripping Netto's arm and a disgraceful look in his eyes and Rockman is so close to snapping and saying something very rude.

"You like the arcades, right? We could just hang out there a little. Just you and me."

Netto tries to pull away again but the older man's grip only tightens. "I really, really need to go," Netto bites out, glaring.

Rockman was just about to pixelate to Netto's side, having heard enough of this jerk's attitude, ready to tell him off- but Netto slams his heel down on the grimy man's shoe and guns it down the street on his roller skates, sticking his tongue out at the man in one last hurrah.

Sighing, Rockman calms down his nerves and quietly listens to Netto rant about his encounter. This kind of event has been reoccurring, at least once a day, for Netto ever since his presentation. And he knows about the prejudice Omegas faced but having to experience for himself has been eyeopening, aggravating, and down right draining.

"Can you believe that asshole? I said 'no' like five times!" Netto huffs, turning down the main street towards the downtown area.

"Netto-kun, I wish I could help you more," Rockman mutters, materializing on Netto's shoulder. He really couldn't do much against these kinds of lechers, especially not in a PET. Netto pauses, slowing down to a cross walk with a couple other people waiting to cross.

"Rockman," Netto starts," I think that this is something I have to overcome. I'm gonna show them that, Omega or not, they can't make me do anything I don't want." He smiles as Rockman looks up at him. "So don't worry too much, as long as we're together, we'll be fine!"

"Netto-kun..." Rockman nods as his Operator happily crosses the street towards the library. He knew Netto was right, it's not quite something he can help Netto through but he will always be there to support him whenever he is needed.

Netto trots into the library, looking up and down at the huge floors filled with books. Gosh, he had no clue where to start with this book report. He decided that the first thing he should do is plant himself on a nice spot and then decide the next steps later. He'll be spending a good amount of time here anyway.

He chooses a computer monitor by the windows, plugging Rockman in while he tried to find the report criteria sheet he had stuffed in his book bag.

"Do you have a book in mind, Netto-kun?"

Netto scratches his head, "Well, not really? Maybe something in the action genre? A lot of books don't really keep my attention."

"I can go compile the most popular action books and bring you a list," Rockman suggests. Netto lights up at the idea, this was much better than going shelf by shelf without a clue.

"That'd be awesome, thanks Rockman!"

"Of course Netto-kun, I'll just be a minute," the Navi laughs, disappearing to the library data indexes.

Netto goes back to dumping out the contents of his bag to find the darn instruction sheet. He knew he put it in there before he left home, Rockman even reminded him while he was scrambling for his skates.

"Is this what you're looking for?"

He turns to look behind him at the voice and gasps when he sees who it is.

"Enzan?!" Netto gapes for a second before asking, "Why are you here?" Enzan shrugs before sliding the the paper in front of him. He mutters a small thanks to the other boy.

"I had to look something up for reference."

"Reference, huh..."Probably some big company stuff. Netto starts stuffing the books and miscellaneous items back into his book bag. He stops abruptly when he feels Enzan lean right over him, arms on either side of desk, barricading him.

"Wha-"

"Did someone touch you?"

He could feel Enzan's voice in his ear, low like a stormy rumble, and he had to stop himself from gasping aloud. He tried to not breathe through his nose, as the Alpha's scent was so concentrated in such closeness and he could feel himself swaying to it. Netto takes a nervous glance over his shoulder. Enzan peers down at him, brilliant blue eyes steely and adamant, demanding an answer.

"Uh...It was just- a guy earlier... umm," Netto stutters out, flustered.

"What did they do?" Enzan all but growled, a sound that made Netto feel strangely queasy in his stomach. When he feels his face heating up to an unfathomable degree, he shoots up out his seat, startling Enzan back.

"I gotta use the bathroom! Sorry!" He runs away, not looking back. He skids into the men's bathroom, heart racing, as he spies no one else in the stalls. Netto lets himself lean back against the cold stone walls. His knees buckle weakly and he slides to the floor, hands covering his red face. Oh my god, why did I do that?! he screams to himself, internally.

He will admit to himself that Enzan does smell nice- and stronger then usual, much to Netto's confusion. Maybe he stopped using his scent dampeners? Which would be better for Enzan anyway, they're not very healthy. If that's the case, the reason his body feels strange is because he isn't used to new output of Enzan's scent. Netto puts a hand to his chest, taking a couple deep breaths in and out. With that conclusion made, now he just needs to get used to Enzan. And everything will be fine, he thinks.