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"Ugh..." Kiyotaka groaned to himself as he walked the long, agonizing path to his classroom.
Actually, his occasional headaches weren't the worst thing about being si- under the weather. Ever since yesterday, his stomach kept getting upset and he kept feeling nauseous. He couldn’t stop having coughing fits either. So, he decided to wear a mask to ensure that his classmates won't get worried about catching his sickness - if he was sick. He also had the decency to put on some scent patches to make sure that his soured scent would not bother anyone. He knew that his suppressants would probably already do a good job at muting his scent, but he just had to take extra precautions to not disturb a learning environment.
He entered the classroom without greeting any of the classmates that had already arrived. He quickly took a seat and stared down at his desk to distract himself from his persistent headache (and because he could barely focus on anything else other than the pain).
His vision went blurry from time to time. He rubbed his temples. This headache is really annoying . He should probably rest his eyes for a moment before class starts.
A hand on his shoulder made him jolt, “Hey, Taka,” a voice sounded.
He snapped his head towards the man (which he regretted doing because his headache immediately worsened after the action) and saw Makoto, a well-liked and reliable beta classmate.
He tilted his head all the while looking worriedly, “You look sick. Do you need to go to the nurse's office?”
Hearing the possibility of not attending class, Kiyotaka tensed. “N-no! No need to!” he frantically waved his hands. He pressed a fist against his lips to hold back a cough before continuing, “I'll be fine, I wouldn't want to trouble you. Rest assured, I'm wearing a mask so you shouldn't worry about catching anything if I am sick!”
“It won't be any trouble, really,” Makoto reassured, “Let's get you to the nurse's office, yeah? It would be bad if you end up getting worse…” he insisted.
Kiyotaka shook his head. He ignored how that worsened the pain in his head. “Do not worry!” He tried his best to act his usual demeanor, “Even if I am sick, I'll still be able to do my duties well! I assure you.”
Makoto frowned. “That's not…” he sighed. “Well, if you're so sure, then,” he conceded, “Don't push yourself too hard, though… Feel free to ask for help if you feel too ill,” he reminded him.
Kiyotaka nodded. He wouldn't need to “push himself too hard”. Upholding his duties is an ultimate talent that he had nurtured for years! A mild feeling of being under the weather would definitely not affect his performance.
And that ended up being true.. mostly. He was still able to do his duties, but he had to retreat to the bathroom everytime he was free to hack out the contents of his stomach into the toilet bowl. The nausea never seemed to disappear and only worsened as time went. It made Kiyotaka worry that he might throw up in public (he didn't want to dirty any school facilities with his vomit). The fact that his peers were giving him weird looks also didn't go unnoticed. Though, it didn't bother him too much since it wasn't anything he wasn't used to. At least now the stares he's getting aren't full of hatred.
The day would be over soon. All he had to do before he could go back to his dorm was to supervise detention and do some after-detention cleanup. It was.. admittedly embarrassing how much he struggled to get to this point of day.
Only one student ended up attending detention, which was Oowada. There were other students that were supposed to attend, but they appeared to have taken advantage of Kiyotaka's current slower state. He'll deal with them at a later time… For now, he'll focus on the task in hand.
As usual, the biker gang leader was seated at the farthest corner of the class to the point that his nausea-addled vision could barely see his form clearly. He had tried reprimanding the man to sit near the front before but that led to a really long argument.. that Kiyotaka unfortunately lost (Oowada had argued that it wasn't against the rules nor would it be beneficial since there wasn't anything to pay attention to in detention that necessitates sitting in front).
It was difficult to keep his focus on the biker. His eyes felt incredibly heavy. The urge to rest his eyes - lay his head on the desk was very tempting. Though, it would be hard to fully rest when his own coughing kept quaking his entire body.
"Ya look like shit. Didn't think yer’ pale-ass mug could get even paler, damn.” Oowada suddenly commented.
With furrowed brows, Kiyotaka looked up (the fact that he had been looking down instead of paying attention to the delinquent was disappointing of him). Oowada stood in front of him, his larger figure towered over him. Even this close, he couldn't see Oowada's face clearly. The shadow casted by his pompadour didn't help either.
However, he did know that the biker wasn't supposed to be standing around in the middle of detention. “Oowada!” his own booming voice was dizzying even for himself, “Get back to your seat. Detention is not over yet.” After yelling, he coughed wetly into his hand.
Oowada scoffed. “Are ya dumb? It is over, asshole.”
Kiyotaka watched onwards dazedly, not exactly staring at anything. “Alright,” he eventually said, “you can go back to your dorm to study.”
He heard a “tch” but he ignored it in favor of lowering his head back down. He couldn't help but give into his exhaustion for a moment.
“Yer’ not goin’ back either?”
“Hm?” Kiyotaka sluggishly raised his head, “I.. still have to tidy up the classroom. I thought you'd know my routine by now considering the amount of times you landed yourself in detention…” as he talked, his head slowly dropped down again.
A hand grabbed his mask-covered chin to force his head upright. Kiyotaka's eyes widened in surprise. What is this delinquent planning..?
Oowada was studying him with sharp lavender eyes. His face was closer for some reason. Close enough that Kiyotaka could smell Oowada's alpha scent with his dampened senses.
“Ya look like shit,” Oowada grumbled, “Ya sure ya won't drop dead the moment I leave this class?”
Kiyotaka was about to answer that he was fine and that Oowada was exaggerating but he was unable to because another coughing fit attacked him. So, he resorted to slowly nodding.
Oowada visibly scowled, not believing him. He pressed the back of his hand against Kiyotaka's forehead with such gentleness that was uncharacteristic of the gruff delinquent alpha he had come to know.
Feeling his heated skin oversensitive, Kiyotaka defensively slapped Oowada's hand away. That may be too violent of a reaction for him, but his arm was so weak that he'd doubt Oowada would be bothered nor hurt by his action.
Oowada grunted stubbornly and returned his hand back to where it was. Kiyotaka groaned out of displeasure and tried pushing his hand away once again, but to no avail.
Oowada narrowed his eyes and he then huffed, “Ya really should get to the nurse's office. Yer’ burnin’ up like an omega in heat.”
An omega in?! - “That's!-” Kiyotaka slammed his fists on the desk, “You don't just say that! That is very inappropriate!-” he cut himself off with a few coughs before continuing, “ Kh - I'm not in- in heat!”
“Stop freakin’ out. It's just a sayin’, dumbass,” Oowada gritted out as he let go of his hold. “Now get up. We're goin’ to the nurse's office.”
Kiyotaka crossed his arms and hung his head, avoiding eye contact and ignoring the brutish alpha. “Leave me alone. We're done here! You're disturbing my schedule! Why do you even care, anyway?” he ordered.
Before he realized, he was picked up and slung over Oowada's shoulder. Kiyotaka screamed in surprise. It was quickly followed with a gag due to the rough treatment. Don't puke don't puke-
“Sorry ‘bout that. Yer’ fault anyways. Wouldn't have to resort to this if yain't so damn stubborn.”
“Unhand me!” Kiyotaka put all his remaining energy into thumping Oowada's back with his fists. “Why would you even go through such trouble when I do not want your help?!”
The alpha was unphased by Kiyotaka's attacks and yells, only reacting with a quiet wince but still proceeding to continue walking to the nurse's office. “Y'know how bad It’ll look if ya actually dropped dead in there?! I'd be the last one to see you, damnit. Everyone's definitely gonna point fingers.”
Kiyotaka slowly halted his attacks, his arms now dangling over Oowada's back. “How selfish..,” he muttered. The biker replied with an annoyed sigh. He didn't entertain Kiyotaka any further.
The walking felt like forever. Where is the nurse's office, anyway? Kiyotaka's eyes were starting to get heavy again. His body was relaxing since he didn't have to move a limb while being carried by the alpha. Being this close with Oowada and breathing in his scent was weirdly calming, too…
It's been a while since he felt safe in an alpha's hold.
Yawning, he let his eyes fall shut.
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Kiyotaka woke up to seemingly-blinding lights feeling slightly better, but not by much. The soreness in his throat, nausea, and uncomfortable ache still lingered. His head was still incredibly fuzzy too. But at least he was no longer exhausted.
He heard a clatter across him. He blinked a few times, adjusting his eyes to the lights before sitting up.
It was Oowada. What is he doing in his room..? The alpha had his back turned on him, hunched over the table.
Wait, his room is so messy! It can't be… Kiyotaka took a whiff of the air around him. His face scrunched at the strong scent overwhelming his nostrils. It reeks of an alpha in here! Is this Oowada's room?
Kiyotaka turned to the side of the bed, braced his arms on it, and got up. He stumbled a bit due to being disoriented, but he managed to balance himself fairly quickly.
Wanting to question the alpha, he slowly walked over to the biker. Once close enough, he tentatively placed a hand on his shoulder.
A loud noise of surprise and a force against his torso that sent him stumbling back down was immediately directed at him. Kiyotaka grunted at the impact. The quick motion also led him to feel his nausea worsening once again.
Oowada let out an apologetic curse. Kiyotaka looked up and saw a hand being offered to him.
Being in such a vulnerable state, it would be best to accept the hand to help him get back on his feet. But Kiyotaka is one stubborn omega who wishes to always be perceived as independent. So, he denied the hand and got up by himself (even if it was very difficult to do so).
Oowada scoffed. He crossed his arms as he watched Kiyotaka struggle to get up before somehow succeeding in finally stumbling back onto his feet. “Fuckin’ hell. I knew you were stubborn but I didn't know yer’ even more stubborn in this sorry state.”
“I'm not..!” Kiyotaka stopped himself, deciding to ignore Oowada's comment. “Oowada, please explain to me what happened. Why am I in your room?”
“Don't get the wrong idea. I brought ya here because the nurse's office was closed- Y'know, yer’ detention always lasts way too long-” Kiyotaka frowned at the criticism, “-and I can't access yer’ room, obviously. So, I brought ya-”
Oowada's explanation was cut off by another one of Kiyotaka's coughing fits.
As Oowada waited until he was done, he grabbed a plastic bag full of items that was placed on the table. The items inside rattled and clacked against one another as he held out the bag to Kiyotaka.
Once Kiyotaka stopped coughing, he gave Oowada a questioning look. He tentatively took it and checked its contents. It was.. a bag full of medicine.
“Got ya some medicine. But I don't really know yer’ symptoms or anythin’ that much.. so I bought a couple… Just pick one out,” Oowada explained while nervously rubbing the back of his neck.
Kiyotaka inspected the bottles and packs of medicine. There was cough syrup, antacids, paracetamol, and others that cater to multiple common sicknesses. There was even a bottle of water. Isn't all of these in total quite pricey? Did Oowada take out his allowance to buy him these?
Kiyotaka pursed his lips. “I'm still confused about why you’re so stubborn in going through such lengths just to.. care for me,” he said, voice hoarse from the previous coughing fit.
“Yer’ literally half-dead. Ya could barely stand on yer’ own. Of course I ain't gonna leave ya be. Now go take some medicine,” Oowada ordered, his expression a mask of coldness.
Kiyotaka sighed as he adjusted the bag in his hold. “Alright. Remind me to pay you back for.. all of this later.” He then turned to go towards the door.
He yelped and stumbled when the hem of his uniform was grabbed and pulled back. “Oh, no, mister. When I told ya to take it, I meant to drink it. Not take it and leave . I don't trust ya to not be prancin’ around all day even after almost passin’ out like that,” Oowada growled.
Kiyotaka grumbled out of annoyance as he fought against Oowada's hold. The biker eventually let go, allowing Kiyotaka to face him head on and express his anger. “What is your deal?! You're so.. so overbearing! ” he huffed in exasperation, “Just because I'm an omega that doesn't mean that you have to pity me. I would prefer that you do not use me as a tool to inflate your ego!”
“What kinda person do ya take me for, shitface?! Ya think so lowly of me that I'd only do good fer’ once cuz of pity and fer’ my damn ego?! ” Oowada yelled, looking genuinely offended. Oh no, did Kiyotaka's brash words hurt the biker so much? “You'd think I'd use an omega to my own- Hold on… What…” his yelling suddenly slowed to a stop.
Kiyotaka, who was guilty for the hurtful words he had uttered, took this as an opportunity to apologize, “I'm sorry for my accusation! I-I've rarely had a pleasant experience with other alphas- but it's no excuse! I should have been smart enough to not perpetuate stereotypes-”
He was interrupted when Oowada grabbed his shoulders, eyes wide. “Wait, stop, hold on. What do ya mean yer’ an omega?! ”
Kiyotaka raised an eyebrow, the tears that threatened to fall due to his guilt quickly dried up from the confusion, “What..? Well… I mean that I am an omega..?” What's with the weird question?
“I thought that yer’ a beta fer' the entire time I've known ya!”
Kiyotaka furrowed his eyebrows and his mouth gaped. He was.. truly baffled. “I thought it was obvious,” he does have a thicker lower body that is stereotypical to the average omega , “Also, have you not read about the full information of your classmates’ identities?” he questioned, already feeling disappointed since he had predicted the answer.
“Fuck no it ain't obvious. How long have ya been on suppressants to the point that yer' scent is pretty much non-existent all the time?! And of course not! What kind of nerd reads shit like that?!"
Definitely not Oowada. “My personal routines should not concern you. And, well, I do not understand why you're quite worked up on this topic... It shouldn't really change things between us whether you know my secondary gender or not.”
“Yeah, just surprised s'all…” Oowada let go of Kiyotaka to rub the back of his neck nervously again. “That explains why yer’ hella uncomfortable being in my room,” he muttered. “Y'know, with me being an alpha and all… I don't blame ya fer’ wantin’ to leave. Ya can go if ya want to.” Kiyotaka noticed how the biker hesitated in saying the last part. He seems to be quite concerned about him.
“It's fine. I now believe that you do not harbor any ill intentions and no longer feel uncomfortable,” Kiyotaka reassured. He paused for a moment, thinking about his next move. “I think I'll stay here. The least I could do to repay what you've done is to ease your worries.”
“ Ease my - Fuck off! I ain't worried!”
“Why else would you keep me in your room if you're not worried?!” Kiyotaka argued.
“Shut the fuck up! It's because I want to !” Oowada roared angrily. Before Kiyotaka could argue any further, Oowada had already stomped past him and went for the door. “I'm goin’ to get food! Bet that yer’ stubborn ass haven't eaten all day… Don't run away- Actually, I don't fuckin’ care! You can fuck off for all I care!” he yelled before slamming the door shut.
Kiyotaka stared at the door for a few moments, stunned. He's.. very easy to agitate.
A sound of his stomach rumbling filled the room. Oowada is right… He hasn't eaten all day.
A wave of nausea followed. Kiyotaka stared at the bag he was holding. Perhaps he could make use of the antacids Oowada bought.
Placing the bag on the table, he pulled out a packet, ripped it open, and put one tablet in his mouth. As he chewed, he surveyed his surroundings.. The messy surroundings.
He could busy himself while waiting for Mondo's return.