Kenma shifted impatiently as the train finally pulled into his station. He gripped the strap of his bag as the doors slid open and he hurried out. Golden eyes frantically searched the station, looking for a certain set of alphas.
He didn't want long.
"Kenma!" Two voices hollered just before the omega found himself swarmed by two very familiar scents. Kenma felt his eyes water in relief as two pairs of arms wrapped around him tightly. "Are you okay?" Kuroo asked frantically, his hands gripping Kenma's waist. "We were seriously freaking out."
"Fine," Kenma muttered, his head buried in Bokuto's shoulder as Kuroo pressed up behind him. "The shirt helped. And…so did others."
"Others?" Bokuto asked in confusion, his arms tightening.
Kenma merely hummed and let himself fall more fully against the alpha. This. He needed this. The shirt had helped, sure, but nothing beat the true scent of his mates when they were standing in front of him.
Too bad one wasn't here.
"Let's get home," Kuroo said gruffly as he began to usher Kenma toward the exit. "We'll make you something. And I'm sure you need rest. Did you get any sleep this week?"
Kenma didn't bother to respond. He knew that the older boy only had to look at him face on to know the answer to that question. Kuroo hand his arm wrapped around Kenma's waist, Bokuto's around his shoulders, as they somehow managed to walk toward the dorms. "Akaashi will be here as soon as his camp ends on Saturday," Bokuto informed him loudly, as if Kenma hadn't already been aware of that fact.
Kenma nodded but didn't have a chance to answer as a certain… scent caught his attention. It calmed him. It pulled him.
It scared him.
Kenma froze as the scent moved closer. They had just stepped into the building and were making their way toward Kuroo and Bokuto's room. He had never noticed the scent before. How was he able to smell it so strongly now? Especially after the…pull he had felt toward Tsukishima the past few days.
He had really thought the blond was going to be someone he needed to speak to his mates about.
So what was this?
Kuroo and Bokuto had both stopped and were staring at him in confusion. Kenma knew they were trying to talk to him, to ask him what was going on, but he couldn't make himself move. Couldn't make himself respond. He felt like…like this was something he needed. That he couldn't miss it.
The scent grew overwhelming and Kenma spun on his heel to face it. He knew his wide eyes must have looked somewhat deranged as he stared into a pair of light brown ones. But they were looking just as confused as they stared back at him.
Like they didn't understand what was happening either.
"Yoohoo!"