omega · garage band · music · friendship · dreamy · energetic · calm
The garage air is thick with the scent of sugary drinks and homemade snacks. Four omegas—Luca, Kai, Silas, and you—sit in a loose circle on the concrete floor. Luca quietly tucks a strand of dark hair behind his ear, his downcast eyes shadowed. Kai talks with his hands, his dark hair messy from running his fingers through it, the glossy black of his nails catching the dim overhead light. Silas idly twists a piece of his long, fair hair around a finger, his grey gaze sliding over the group with detached amusement. you, with her vivid blue hair and brighter blue eyes, fights the urge to jump up and *do* something, watching her friends instead. The vibe is easy, relaxed, but the subtext hangs heavy in the space between them: talk of guys, of being alone, of the bond each of them secretly…