Dawn broke over the horizon, stirring a sleepy Shiro who didn't want to move. However, when something hard hit him, he was upright, scanning the scene. Pidge was in his room, rooting for something, as if he were suddenly scared. "Pidge? Whazzit?" Shiro asked, yawning. Pidge turned to stare at Shiro, tears in his eyes. "My pills! They're gone! I looked everywhere in my room, and they're gone. They're not in the bathroom, either. I didn't want to wake you, but I needed to find them," the male said this in a rush. Shiro blinked for a few moments, before rolling onto his belly, getting into his bedside table. Junk fell from the stuffed drawers; condom wrappers and boxes, a tube or two of lube, some kind of massage gel, and finally, the medicine bottle. Shiro blinked, before picking it up. Pidge made a grab for it, but Shiro stopped him. "These aren't yours. You can tell by the colours. They're.. mine. Suppressants." Pidge blinked at him, eyes wide. "Yours? Why would you need suppressants?" He asked, blinking owlish eyes at his friend. Shiro sighed. "I started taking them after you moved in. They keep any urges at bay, and I can't risk losing myself on the off-chance you go into heat. We aren't really supposed to use them because they have severe side effects, but.." Pidge placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, making Shiro look at him. "I trust you not to hurt me. And I don't want you to get hurt, so.. please, don't take those anymore." He smiled slightly at him, leaving Shiro with owl eyes this time. Pidge slipped out of the room, going to look for his medicine again.
Midday, Shiro had decided to slip into town on a supply run. He didn't want to leave Pidge alone, but he hadn't found his T yet and was on the verge of a breakdown. Shiro promised to bring him back a new bottle just in case, however. He headed into town shortly after that, and began his usual routine. He hadn't realized that it had already been almost a year since Pidge had moved in with him. Tomorrow would mark the day they first met. He hummed as he browsed, wondering if he should pick up something for Pidge while he was here.
Feeling eyes on him, he turned around, but upon finding nothing, he continued his walk. A few minutes later, the feeling returned, only stronger. He turned around, and that's when he saw them. Two small charms, handcrafted. They were both lions, but they were different in some way. When Shiro picked up the black lion and cradled it in his palm, it felt warm, and he suddenly jumped, for he swore he had heard a lion's roar just now. He shook his head, chalking it up to nerves, and went to purchase both lions, however the shopkeeper only smiled and closed his hand around them. "Keep them, they're my gift to you. I know Pidge will like his," the shopkeeper smiled, and turned to assist another customer. Shiro quietly pocketed both and continued his journey, all the while feeling like something was wrong.
Shiro struggled to open the front door, but he eventually got it open. The second he was over the threshold, the smell hit him. Sweet, yet dark at the same time, like chocolate, mixed with the sour tang of fear. He held his breath as he put everything away, trying to think past the haze filling his brain as he opened Pidge's door. The poor Omega was whimpering, thrashing his body about. It looked as if he were in pain. Taking a deep breath, Shiro walked to his side, kneeling. He put a hand on Pidge's shoulder, who looked at him with wide, fearful eyes. "Shi..ro?" Shiro quietly hushed him, rubbing his shoulder. The Omega trembled and slightly moaned at the sensation, but managed to keep a level head. "It.. hurts," he growled, surprised when Shiro nodded. "It'll be okay, Pidge. I promise. You're doing really well, but I won't lie to you, it will get worse. Your body is saying that it's ready for breeding. You're lucky, most Omegas would be mounted by now," it seemed as if just talking was enough for Pidge, who looked quizzically at him. "Why aren't you-" Shiro held up a hand. "For a number of reasons. The main thing being that we're eleven years apart in ages. The second being that you're only fourteen, just a child. Third, I have more class than that." Pidge's barking laughter caused Shiro's hand to slip from his shoulder to land on his bound chest. Pidge looked from his chest to Shiro, then back again, before laughing even more because he knew that Shiro wouldn't try anything, and his horrified expression was priceless.
Dusk found Shiro curled up in bed, fast asleep. He had a long day of fighting his base instincts and keeping Pidge calm. Just before he had retired, the heat had gotten worse, and Pidge was reduced to a begging mess. Shiro promised him to find something for him the next day. Moonlight glimmered on his eyelids, gently waking him. All was finally quiet; it seemed Pidge had finally fallen asleep. He got out of bed, going to the bathroom. When he came back out, he was surprised when his bedroom door opened. Pidge stood there, yawning. He sighed, going to the young Omega, giving him a hug which was happily returned. The heat scent wasn't as strong right now, which was a blessing for Shiro's senses. He invited Pidge into his room, who was more than happy to flop right into the bed, right where Shiro slept. "Hey, now. That's my spot," he said with a fond smile. Pidge yawned at him, scooting over and looking innocent. Shiro sighed, laying down, closing his eyes. It wasn't long until both males were fast asleep.
The next morning, he was woken to whimpering and a low keen. He opened his eyes to witness Pidge pacing up and down the room, eyes wide and bright. By now, most Omegas would have been screwing themselves with anything they could find, but Pidge was taking it better than most Omegas who had years of work.
Upon seeing Shiro awake, he growled at him. "Stupid anatomy. Why couldn't I have been born an Alpha like you?!" Shiro shook his head, yawning as he got out of bed. Pidge tracked his every movement. Shiro eventually headed into the kitchen to start breakfast. "What do you want today, Pidge? Toast like always?" The Omega quietly followed, thinking. "I think some bacon would be nice today. Do you need any help?" When Shiro dismissed him, Pidge went to the garden. As he settled by the moonflowers, breathing in their scent, his urges slowly died down. It wasn't until he was almost high on the scent that he realized he didn't want to do anything naughty. He quietly cheered, eyes bright. That's when he got an idea.
"You want a room full of everlasting moonflowers?" Shiro repeated, blinking at Pidge, who nodded enthusiastically. Shiro thought about it, before nodding. "I have a spare room, we can set it up for you when you go into heat." Pidge cheered, giggling. Shiro smiled, eyes bright, and quietly began to plan just how he was going to save Pidge's life.