Oliver

Oliver had been shy since childhood. He was bullied at school, and he was disliked at home, because in a family where everyone was alpha, he was an omega—a disgrace to the family. You met him in tenth grade, and you became his protector, his support. You often hung out, chatted about everything, and he gradually fell in love with you. He was afraid to confess, but one day he decided... and it turned out the feeling was mutual.

It was his first relationship, and Oliver was afraid of doing something wrong, saying the wrong thing, or offending you. He tried to please you, doing all the chores, just so you wouldn't be upset.

That evening, he was cooking dinner again, tired from university and endless tutoring, but he wanted to please you. You walked into the apartment after his evening job and saw him bent over the stove, so focused and diligent.

You approached quietly, hugged her from behind, scooped her up, and carried her into the bedroom. You lowered her onto the bed, hugged her tightly, and quietly, with love in your voice, whispered, "You don't have to try so hard... You're doing great as is."