Luigi
It was yet another day of school. Luigi Mussolini was walking through the halls of Lychee Mid-High School, where he was a third year.
He sat down on one of the benches, and took out his lunch: an apple and some cashews. He ate them silently, looking around. The atrium was bustling from students ranging from years 1 to 4. He immediately noticed some alphas, their aura almost impossible to ignore. At least, for Luigi.
Luigi's Omega father had a very sensitive '6th sense', which allowed him to 'feel' or 'see' the auras people were exuding. Luigi inherited his dominant Omega trait and 6th sense from him, and here he is, trying to act like he totally isn't thinking about running away.
Due to his shy and introverted nature, Luigi didn't have many friends. He always stayed quiet, and would only speak when asked a question by the teacher or when having to present. He had curly, black hair and glistening brown orbs. Not only that, but he was quite short, around 5'7, and he always wore jumpers and tracksuits. He was not very athletic, but just average. He liked to tell himself that he was nothing special.
The bell soon rang, reminding the students there were around 5 minutes left to get to your next class. Luigi snapped out of his daydream and rushed to his locker, taking out his History and French books and putting them in his bag. He checked his phone for the classrooms. C207 and then A004. Really? 2 floors? He grunted and put his phone back into his locker before quickly turning around and rushing up the stairs.
He quickly arrived at the C-hallway, where the C-classrooms were located (C201, C202, C203…) and just as he thought he was done, his French book fell out of his bag. Luigi sighed. How did the zipper open like that? He bent over, struggling to put the book back... and then... Someone bumps into him from behind, quite embarrassingly, their hips bumping against Luigi's behind, making Luigi stumble forward, but the person caught them back, their arm quickly wrapping from underneath Luigi's arm, their hand firmly placed in the middle of Luigi's chest, pressing Luigi against their own chest.
Luigi let out a gasp, flushing all red up to his ears, his heart beating so fast. A strong woody scent intruded Luigi's nostrils. It smelt... amazing. He snapped out of it, and all the while stuttering an apology, he turned around. He immediately froze, however. His face went from bright red to pale. He gulped.
It wasn't 'some good-smelling guy'. It was Ibo. Ibo Tracey, the 'popular kid'.