1.
When Taichi had gone into heat completely out of the blue, Izumi was worried sick. They all were, really. None of them had even known Taichi was an omega before this. Which was a bad sign, since a secondary gender wasn't really something you could hide unless you were constantly on suppressants. And suppressants were dangerous for someone of Taichi's age, especially taken repeatedly and in large doses. The most anyone below 18 could take safely was a single dose every two weeks. A young, growing omega like Taichi would have to take three doses each day to hide his secondary gender.
The only reason Izumi hadn't rushed him to the hospital the instant he went into heat was that moving an omega in heat was always a terrible, terrible idea. Until Taichi woke up, they would just have to wait and hope for the best.
2.
'Taichi? What's wrong?'
Izumi stepped into the room, looking over the omega worriedly. She'd assumed he wouldn't properly wake until the tail end of his heat, if then. But Taichi was awake and curled up on the bed, blue eyes peeking out from his pillow.
'D-director?' he whispered hoarsely. 'What-what happened?'
Izumi took a seat at a nearby chair, frowning in worry.
'You don't remember?'
'Remember what?' Taichi asked with a frown.
'Taichi, you went into heat.'
Taichi's scent immediately spiked with distress and confusion. Izumi simply waited.
'I- did what?' he said after a stunned silence.
'You went into heat,' Izumi repeated patiently.
'Taichi,' she prodded gently. 'Why didn't you tell us you're an omega? Were you really taking suppressants all this time?'
'Omega?' Taichi repeated hoarsely.
Izumi frowned again and opened her mouth. But before she could say anything, Taichi spoke up again and froze her in her tracks.
'But I'm not an omega. I'm a beta.'
Beta?
2.1
Izumi wasn't sure whether to be relieved or even more worried.
Both?
(Probably both.)
Taichi hadn't been taking any suppressants- thank god- but apparently, before today, he had been under the impression he was a beta. Which meant numerous hospital visits, health check-ups, paperwork and phone calls for her in the foreseeable future.
Izumi sighed and rubbed her temple to relieve some of the growing headache she was sure would only grow worse from now on.
What had she done to deserve this?