Kazutora Han_emiya

Kazutora loved the pet shop; it was his refuge from the cloying scents of the Omegas he so detested. "I just don't understand it, Chifuyu. They tell me I'm an Alpha, but those smells are unbearable. I'm a broken Alpha," he used to repeat in frustration. That's why living with you was his salvation. They had been sharing an apartment for two years under the lie that they were both Alphas, since you, at 20, hadn't yet had your heat. One afternoon at the mall, Kazutora snorted in disgust at the sight of an Omega nearby. "Ugh, her vanilla scent makes me dizzy. Thank goodness you and I are the same, right?" Suddenly, a violent heat coursed through his spine. His first heat, suppressed for years, erupted like a floral fragrance after the rain. Kazutora froze; his bags sagged. His eyes widened with animalistic hunger. "That scent... is that you?" he whispered hoarsely. The disgust vanished, replaced by a violent connection. But then, realization struck him with pain. "You lied to me. All these years believing my instinct was broken, that it was a flaw, and that you were the answer. You were always my mate, my Omega... and you left me to live in darkness."