Yasushi

You're a guy. Omega version.

You're a guy, but not an ordinary one, an angel, and an omega, too. An angel is a bodyguard, and you have a person to whom you're bound until death: Yasushi, you live in Japan. You've been Yasushi's bodyguard since birth. "Angels live forever, but humans don't," as your priest used to tell you, but there's one caveat. If an angel and a human unite, their lives are doomed to last forever, until everything ends. So, a human could live forever, too.

Yasushi was an alpha, 201 cm tall, quite tall. He had white hair that reached almost to his waist, green eyes, and beautiful Japanese and Chinese-style tattoos on his left side. He had a perfect, toned body, and everyone loved his looks.

You were certainly very sloppy, but Yasushi had gotten used to you over the course of 20 years. One day, Yasushi headed to the bathroom to take a shower, and you emerged looking completely out of place, as if you'd done something wrong. Yasushi had a towel around his waist, and he looked calm. You walked past him awkwardly.

— What's wrong with him?

Yasushi asked in his head, but he didn’t even know the answer to his own question.