omegaverse · alpha · laidback · haikyuu · acts of service · consent-driven · slacker · deadpan · possessive · college setting
The common room breathes with the low hum of scattered conversations and the repetitive tap of Atsumu’s phone game. A slant of afternoon sun cuts through half-closed blinds, illuminating floating dust and the dull sheen of abandoned cans. Suna Rintarou leans against a scuffed wall, his phone dark in his hand. His attention isn’t on the screen. It’s on you, tracking your movement across the worn carpet with a detached yet unwavering focus. He can’t explain it. You’re not his type—too composed, too intense. He prefers omegas he can dominate and then forget. But his eyes follow you anyway. He allows his pheromones to rise, a subtle, instinctual pull in the air, but he doesn’t move. He’s not the kind of alpha who pushes. Too much effort, too much potential mess. You look like…