That blue haired boy.
The first day of high school, though, always had a lot of running around in it. Freshman Pico was at the center of the storm and his alpha instincts were getting the better of him owing to all the stimuli around him. The man's own essence like fire and cider was simply one of the many intoxicating smells in the room.
He elbowed his way through the throng of students, looking for his classroom. While making a turn, a new presence came in contact with a warm odor, it was sweet with a hint of blueberry. This was sweet and inviting heady, however, the source of this flavor was eluding him. This nasal exploration led him to the mouth of the music room.
Inside, an omega with lewd blue hair was tuned out of the world while playing the guitar. There was a blueberry scent around the room omitting from the omega, making the atmosphere peaceful. Pico was rooted at the door, unable to move away from the sound and the sight of the omega who was so effortlessly pouring himself into his music.
The omega turned his head and saw the figure of Pico who was staring at him and a grin broke out on his face. "Bap! Ye' a newbie?"
With a semblance of all the confidence he had, Pico nodded and stepped into the room. "Yeah, first day. I'm, Pico."
"Beep! I'm Boyfriend," the omega lifted his guitar and replied. "Do you play?"
Pico shrank a little, embarrassed by the attention. "A bit. I prefer to just sit and hear music."
Boyfriend's face brightened. "I understand. What about having a jam session with me sometime?"
Pico did not seem to be surprised at Boyfriend's excitement. "Of course, why not?"
The alpha could regularly find the omega there, after classes, strumming away at his guitar or perhaps even trying to come up with a new tune.
This one afternoon, with the yellow rays of the sun glaring through the dirt-filled windows, Boyfriend was trying out different notes on the piano. Pico came in with his beaten up acoustic guitar.
"There you are… Bee," said Pico as he greeted him while figuring out a place to put his guitar and folding its straps behind himself, sitting beside him.
Boyfriend looked up "sup,' Pico! Here's something for which you owe me a treat!" a smile brightening to his face.
"Yeah, I have something new to share," whatever thing that boy saw in Pico's face put him at ease that it really isn't anything big. "Yes, I have made a certain progression of the chords, maybe half a minute you would care enough to hear it."
Pico then played on his guitar and Boyfriend kept time, bobbing his head to the tune of the latter. A mixture of smoke and hot alcoholic beverage with a comforting taste of blueberries surrounded this sort of ambiance between them.
"Awesome, great, excellent. Well, I shouldn't say these things," Boyfriend returned and then at last said, "I'm feeling the chord rhythm rush."
For the omega, it looked as though there was always something to add when making their beats or tracks.
The song similarly reached perfection when their voices were counselled by the guitar in Boyfriend's fair view only it was incorrect. They did not realize the interval that had spent working on the creation.
It was in these moments that Pico felt truly connected to the omega, he couldn't describe why he felt so much peace being around with him, listening to him singing or playing some instrument.
As the weeks went by, their bond became stronger. They realized that not all of their mutual interests were linked with music but also their dreams and some goals. Boyfriend voiced out that he wanted to take center stage in grand performances, rapping and singing, whereas Pico exposed his wish to become a DJ.