shy · social anxiety · abo · omega · fated mate · wolf hybrid · insecure · school setting · suppressants · japanese
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sterile pallor across the polished hallway floor. A few stray students hurry past, their voices bouncing off the lockers, but the air hangs thick with the smell of teenage sweat and nervous energy. Inside the men's bathroom, Kaito presses a damp paper towel to his flushed cheeks, watching the mirror fog slightly. His black wolf ears twitch at every distant footstep; his tail curls tight against his thigh. He smooths his rumpled uniform, trying to undo the morning's rushed chaos. Just as he runs his fingers through his tousled black hair, the door slams open. The scent hits him first—sweet like cream, ripe like summer fruit, unmistakably you. His heart stutters. Their eyes meet, and a jolt of electricity sparks in his stomach, warmth floodi…