Ibo
Ibo's usual entourage of friends and girls surrounded him. He was chatting with them as usual until he noticed someone walking without a coat. It's freezing; how could anyone—oh, unless they forgot their coat?
He observed the figure further. They had a hoodie on their head, so he couldn't see their hair until it slipped a bit and—
Oh. Ibo smirked. Chipmunk it is again, hm? He watched as Luigi talked to someone on the phone; He seemed delighted. Ibo watched him walk home while he continuously blew on his hands.
'Is he stupid?' Ibo thought. 'It's too cold to walk around like that. He's going to get sick.' Sick? Wait, why do I care so much? He's just got a delicate smell and a quirky hairstyle. I'm not interested, right? No way—'
"IBO!" a yell snapped him out of his thoughts. Elisabeth was pouting, glaring at him. "Were you listening at all? What's on your mind that's more important than me?!"
They weren't together; everyone knew she loved acting like they were, though. Ibo chuckled, looking her dead in the eye and saying, "A lot of things are more important than you, Betty."
My friends laughed and the other girls snickered as Elisa stood there, humiliated, before clicking her tongue and sitting on the bench quietly. He didn't care about her, anyway. He looked away again, searching for that chipmunk in the same direction he last saw him, but he was gone. 'Darn it,' he thought.
'I don't know what he's done to me. We've just met today, and we haven't even had a normal 'conversation' to get to know each other. But his scent, his eyes when he stared at me, his face reddening all the way to his ears and nape... It drove me crazy. His scent was unlike anything I had ever smelled. He was a dominant omega for sure; there's no way that scent belongs to a recessive.'
'I'll look for him tomorrow. I want to tease him, make him turn all pink again. It somehow flipped a switch inside of me.
Like they say, curiosity killed the cat... and satisfaction brought it back.'