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“They aren’t actually mated, right?”
One of the second years shook their head in the negative, “it’s just a bond. I don’t even think they’ve spent a heat together either.” Sousuke replied, eyeing Matsu as the libero tapped his finger against the bench, the libero’s gaze taking in his teammate’s expressions as the dabbled further and further into their Captain’s love life.
Rin and Haru looked far too interested in Tsukishima-san’s relationship to not be seen as some personal motive involved. Matsu just hopes that those two don’t do anything stupid—Alpha’s tended to not think things through when it came to matters involving Omegas. And this was a situation that they needed to think over, more than a few dozen times, or they may just run smack dab into the solid mass that is Tsukishima-san’s bond-mate.
Matsu’s heard the other third year’s talk about their Captain’s relationship, he’s well aware that those two were only waiting for a proper time for them to solidify their bond. To become fully bonded mates—all soul bending, scent merging, body scarring bonded.
For the sake of the team, Matsu hopes that this little thing with both Rin and Haru is an innocent crush on an upperclassmen and not some deranged thoughts in wooing a person already happily in a strong relationship.
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They left early that Saturday morning, arriving at the Tokyo school shortly after their morning lessons concluded. Both Yachi and Tsukishima left the bus first while Takeda-sensei quickly counted heads (again) to insure that no one had taken off the minute the doors opened to release their captain and manager—it must have been a thing with the third years if both the coach and sensei kept eyeing Hinata every odd second.
Yachi came darting back; mid-length blond hair bouncing as she jogged. “They’re just setting up, but we’re more than welcome to come in!” She grinned, encasing one of Yamaguchi’s hands in her small one.
Watching those two was like eating a bag of sweets right after downing a whole 2L bottle of soda—made Matsu’s tummy all funny, bubbling and rolling and jerking. He could feel his dentist cackling in his head, counting the would-be fillings that he’d be forced with by the end of the year.
Matsu lingers behind with both Rin and Sousuke, listening to pair snap back and forth, working themselves up before the match. Those two had a weird routine, but it kept their results high and their spirits equally as such. “You’re so weird,” Matsu muttered, glancing away finally when they started with the slapping of each other’s asses.
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Haru was about to have kittens—kittens, and not the type the Nekoma team would enjoy.
Rin had seen them at the classic Nekoma vs. Karasuno practice match(es) at the beginning of the year, he’s also learned to not make eyes at the pair when they got like this. But Haru knew nothing coming into this; nothing but volleyball and that the older Alpha was once the Captain of their rival team—he didn’t know that he, and sometimes the others that made up Tsukishima’s pack, would come watch and socialize with not just Tsukishima but the rest of the teams as well.
But back to the kittens—Haru was going to have kittens, many upon many kittens.
The couple had moved off to the side, Tsukishima’s head tipped back. Eyes closed as Kuroo pressed a kiss to one of the scent glands under his jaw, nuzzling his face against it. Matsu could smell their scent blending again; Tsukishima’s scent pouring out, and Kuroo all but rolling around in it.
It was intimate; their arms wrapped around each other, Kuroo’s hands cradling either side of Tsukishima’s head. Pushing and pulling, nuzzling his face and rubbing his jaw (his own scent glands) against Tsukishima’s.
It was the quickest way to blend scents—stimulation the scent glands, make them dispense more. Matsu’s heard that some scent glands for Omega’s, while in the height of their heat, would produce a liquid-like substance. A more physical manifestation of their scent—like a perfume. He wondered if the omegas on their team did that.
Haru bared his teeth, bristling beside the twin Omegas; Daichi and Daiki. The two startled, gaze snapping to the Alpha boy in confusion—then followed the boys gaze, and understanding befell them. Those two were sharp (or Haru was just too obvious). “Stop that,” Daiki hissed, kicking the Alpha’s shin.
Haru glared at the boy in turn, “you stop that.”
“He won’t go for you,” Daiki retorted, a brow raising smugly. “I heard Captain is already starting to pack for College—they’re gonna move in together. They’re good as married.”
Matsu grimaced; Daiki was a prick, but he does have a point.
But he’s still a prick.
“They’re not!” He snaps back louder than necessary, louder than intended. It gathers attention; it gains their attention. Honey brown and gold. They’re still close, still wrapped around each other, uncaring about their public displays of affection. The majority of newly mated partners are like that—close, painfully, sickeningly cute in their shows of affection. The fact that they aren’t just shows how close they are to becoming it.
Tsukishima’s frowning, glaring at them for acting out (maybe even for disturbing his moment). Kuroo on the other hand, he’s curious. Nostrils flaring as he scented the air—anger, aggression, jealousy. His head tilted, brow raising as the scent continued to mount, growing sharper as the boy under those golden eyed stares bristled and turned away.
“Whatever!” Haru threw his arms up, waving it above his head in frustration before staking off.