The words you had practiced fail you as you step up to Katsuki. His eyes grow wide with remembered fear, awash in his past moment of pure vulnerability. Your jaw spasms open and closed, hoping for more words than the 'Hey, Katsuki,' that you started with. His eyes track your teeth as if he can hear you trying to stake your claim two weeks ago.
You snap your mouth shut, but the sound only reinforces your predatory actions. You take a step back, slowly raise your hands as his new scent cuts with tension, souring the added lemongrass undercurrent.
"Um... uh... sorry," you fumble ineloquently while his eyes widen further before he frowns at you.
"Uh... it's OK, Nishigori," his unsure voice still holds tension. "It... uh... could have happened to anyone..."
"But it didn't. It happened to me. To you... us," you steam ahead awkwardly. "I didn't mean to, honest," you begin to prattle on, the words spilling from your lips with no direction. "I wouldn't... I mean I know I almost did, but I didn't, and I wouldn't have wanted to do that if I was thinking clearly. It was just that your scent was so," you pause only long enough to swallow the succulent taste. "It's not like I like you like that..."
Katsuki frowns and shifts uncomfortably, and you can tell that your explanation is only digging your whole deeper.
"Um... what I mean is, uh... I'm sorry. I'm sorry for, you know, trying to... trying to bite you and I, uh, just wanted you to know I won't do it again," you promise miserably with your awful apology, your eyes glued to the floor, unsure of your ability to take the anger and violation you're sure is in his eyes. It's what you deserve after all.
"Um... Nishigori-senpai," Katsuki calls your attention, and you owe it to him to meet his condemnation. You meet his cinnamon eyes, and your breath hitches. "Um, I'm sorry, too. I didn't mean to make you go into... into rut. I... I didn't mean to go into heat..." he says, but you cut him off, angry that he's apologizing to you.
"Don't be dumb. You couldn't help it. No one knows when they'll present. You couldn't have known. It's not your fault," you scold, nearly missing his blushed smile.
"Good, then you can't be mad at yourself either for reacting. Yuko told me you held back," he says, his smile brightening with honest... something, and it makes the weight on your shoulders just fall off likes it's air. "We can both be true to who we are, regardless of what we are. Thank you, Nishigori-senpai."
"Call me 'Takashi,'" you absently offer your name, happy and slightly embarrassed with the undeserved forgiveness.
"Only if you call me 'Yuuri,'" the omega in front of you replies, delight and, you think, maybe a little bit of self-acceptance in his smile.
A/N
I told you it would be short ;p Hope you enjoyed this little fic!