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tadaima okaeri au for northmagnet
[ as far as an omega's life goes, mafuyu's has been pretty easy. childhood was its own trouble, but even that brought him the gift some people never receive: his first friend who was his best friend who turned out to be his soulmate. the handful of scars he has are moon white having healed long ago: upper right arm, across his back, and one that looks like a peculiar birthmark against the right side of his stomach. that his father hadn't wanted children was bad enough, and then for his supposed son to be born an omega made it worse. they never really talked about it, but mafuyu guesses it was yuki's mom who called the authorities on him. truth be told, he did not know how he felt about it. a little relieved. it meant his mom was safe. he remembers much clearer: the warmth of yuki's hand around his, how he tightened it as if to say don't worry.
sometimes it's weird. yuki is nothing short of a local star edging on that threshold of something bigger and brighter and so alarmingly compelling it makes mafuyu dizzy sometimes. especially when yuki comes back from a show -- the adrenaline and charisma of a shooting star and often the heat of it is focused then entirely on the one who belongs to him. lately, there are more and more shows mafuyu has missed, and he feels badly about it. truly, mafuyu tries to attend as many as he can, but his job keeps him fairly busy -- assistant to a young designer. it means he often gets castoff samples and people think he's better off than he is in the workforce. it means yuki gets some too, but mafuyu never forces him to wear them. it's just, if something is offered to him, and it reminds him of yuki, he'll bring it home and drape it over his preferred chair or fold it neatly on his side of the bed. if yuki happens to wear it, mafuyu's eyes will sparkle in a way not many people have seen.
their days are like this. domestic but a little not. people recognize mafuyu from yuki's socials. he gets stopped in the street apropos of nothing, feels awkward but his core kindness wins out even if sometimes he says things that make people double-take. hiiragi teases him if it ends up on trending things, which sometimes it does. shizu-chan tells him to be careful. syh's popularity is only growing. hiiragi and shizusumi have their own followings, and of course, the band as a whole.
sometimes mafuyu feels a little...
well. no. he's not lonely.
right?
certainly not alone.
right now, mafuyu does not feel that quiet sad heavy feeling anyway though. his scent, like something clean and soft, is bright and there's a faint blush stained across his cheeks. this could be chalked up to the change of seasons, cold enough to see your breath hang in the air whether by the sea or in the heart of the city. but it's not the temperature. the polar opposite of being left behind or too separate, mafuyu feels very much a part of yuki. it might be silly, the sweep of joy he feels at seeing him wearing mafuyu's scarf on a tv spot. no one else knows. well, hyper-fans probably do. but mostly, it's mafuyu. hiiragi. shizusumi. it's this he's thinking of when, somewhat out of the blue, a wave of nausea sweeps through him. when he gets home, it's the first time ever he's relieved yuki is out tonight for another live. mafuyu throws up until sweat mats his shirt to his back. his smell is thick in the bathroom and even most of the apartment. his brow knits. weird.
but it seems to pass.
except it happens again the next day, and the next, and the next. and there are other things too. he's insanely tired. one night, after one of yuki's lives he actually made it to, he falls asleep standing up against the back wall and wakes up to hiiragi chewing him out for it (transparently clear he's just worried and a little alarmed.) his body aches, his chest is sore and he conflates that with his heart. it's the last mis-diagnosis that has him actually going to a doctor.
the real cause elicits a quiet "Oh, I see. Thank you."
.
days go by in too much of a flurry, autumn leaves, guitar chords -- a whirlwind of love and anxiety though all of it seems to shine.
syh's latest single charted very high. yuki is extremely busy. and on top of it all mafuyu is faced with a very frightening truth: they've never talked about this. he can already hear hiiragi asking: how?! because for most pairs mated as long as yuki and mafuyu, it would have come up. but it's mafuyu's fault probably, for having so much trouble with words to begin with. and then there's the naturalness of yuki in his life, a puzzle piece completed by himself. it's what makes their few fights so bad, having very little language or processes in place to handle them like normal people. and now this?
he has to tell him. it's not a decision mafuyu would dare make on his own. over and over, he goes through the many ways he might do this, and looks for an optimal time; none of it seems right.
.
perhaps it's lucky then that one night at around the same time yuki comes back from practice, mafuyu isn't home even though he always, always is. truth be told: after another spell of nausea and sick, mafuyu fell asleep at his desk in the designer's office. he'd told himself he would just rest his eyes for a moment, but then fell asleep for real. he had meant to even text yuki in case he was running late, so he wouldn't worry, but the phone rests in his limp hand curled in his lap. ]
sometimes it's weird. yuki is nothing short of a local star edging on that threshold of something bigger and brighter and so alarmingly compelling it makes mafuyu dizzy sometimes. especially when yuki comes back from a show -- the adrenaline and charisma of a shooting star and often the heat of it is focused then entirely on the one who belongs to him. lately, there are more and more shows mafuyu has missed, and he feels badly about it. truly, mafuyu tries to attend as many as he can, but his job keeps him fairly busy -- assistant to a young designer. it means he often gets castoff samples and people think he's better off than he is in the workforce. it means yuki gets some too, but mafuyu never forces him to wear them. it's just, if something is offered to him, and it reminds him of yuki, he'll bring it home and drape it over his preferred chair or fold it neatly on his side of the bed. if yuki happens to wear it, mafuyu's eyes will sparkle in a way not many people have seen.
their days are like this. domestic but a little not. people recognize mafuyu from yuki's socials. he gets stopped in the street apropos of nothing, feels awkward but his core kindness wins out even if sometimes he says things that make people double-take. hiiragi teases him if it ends up on trending things, which sometimes it does. shizu-chan tells him to be careful. syh's popularity is only growing. hiiragi and shizusumi have their own followings, and of course, the band as a whole.
sometimes mafuyu feels a little...
well. no. he's not lonely.
right?
certainly not alone.
right now, mafuyu does not feel that quiet sad heavy feeling anyway though. his scent, like something clean and soft, is bright and there's a faint blush stained across his cheeks. this could be chalked up to the change of seasons, cold enough to see your breath hang in the air whether by the sea or in the heart of the city. but it's not the temperature. the polar opposite of being left behind or too separate, mafuyu feels very much a part of yuki. it might be silly, the sweep of joy he feels at seeing him wearing mafuyu's scarf on a tv spot. no one else knows. well, hyper-fans probably do. but mostly, it's mafuyu. hiiragi. shizusumi. it's this he's thinking of when, somewhat out of the blue, a wave of nausea sweeps through him. when he gets home, it's the first time ever he's relieved yuki is out tonight for another live. mafuyu throws up until sweat mats his shirt to his back. his smell is thick in the bathroom and even most of the apartment. his brow knits. weird.
but it seems to pass.
except it happens again the next day, and the next, and the next. and there are other things too. he's insanely tired. one night, after one of yuki's lives he actually made it to, he falls asleep standing up against the back wall and wakes up to hiiragi chewing him out for it (transparently clear he's just worried and a little alarmed.) his body aches, his chest is sore and he conflates that with his heart. it's the last mis-diagnosis that has him actually going to a doctor.
the real cause elicits a quiet "Oh, I see. Thank you."
.
days go by in too much of a flurry, autumn leaves, guitar chords -- a whirlwind of love and anxiety though all of it seems to shine.
syh's latest single charted very high. yuki is extremely busy. and on top of it all mafuyu is faced with a very frightening truth: they've never talked about this. he can already hear hiiragi asking: how?! because for most pairs mated as long as yuki and mafuyu, it would have come up. but it's mafuyu's fault probably, for having so much trouble with words to begin with. and then there's the naturalness of yuki in his life, a puzzle piece completed by himself. it's what makes their few fights so bad, having very little language or processes in place to handle them like normal people. and now this?
he has to tell him. it's not a decision mafuyu would dare make on his own. over and over, he goes through the many ways he might do this, and looks for an optimal time; none of it seems right.
.
perhaps it's lucky then that one night at around the same time yuki comes back from practice, mafuyu isn't home even though he always, always is. truth be told: after another spell of nausea and sick, mafuyu fell asleep at his desk in the designer's office. he'd told himself he would just rest his eyes for a moment, but then fell asleep for real. he had meant to even text yuki in case he was running late, so he wouldn't worry, but the phone rests in his limp hand curled in his lap. ]
i love them too..cries imagine all the photos <3 ;3;
too docile of an omega even by conventional standards perhaps, people were prone to bullying mafuyu rather than coming onto him, but mafuyu also found it hard to talk to people even if they were nice to him. he still does, though his work has helped with that; necessity begetting practice begetting learning enough to put systems of language into place. and these days, people do like him generally not because he's docile or quiet even if he is, but because mafuyu's core default is to listen. especially since high school, when not listening closely enough nearly broke him and yuki apart. he never wants to make that mistake again, not with yuki, but not with anyone else either.
because it hurts.
but there's no one else for him. the morning after yuki first claimed him, marked him, mafuyu could not quite put himself back together, a pliant warm collapse of trust and love and a little fear. but yuki had held him and kissed his temple and threaded their fingers and mafuyu had buried his face to his shoulder, just breathing. mine yours mine yours. he's jealous of yuki's fans who get to see him perform all the time, the ones who go to every show. when he's feeling very old fear and injury in his head, he even fears. but it's not yuki's fault, and it's not anything his alpha can do much about. they can only do what they can do.
relief floods him again right alongside such an intense wave of want that mafuyu's whole body tightens, vice like even as he can also feel the swell of yuki's knot. it's so hard still for mafuyu to talk sometimes, but his body is honest. every word yuki praises him with earns a high, aching whine from mafuyu's throat, flushed pink like so much of him. he doesn't realize he's responding after all, out loud, broken moans and gasps flooding the air, mingled with the slick wet sound of yuki fucking into him. ]
Mn...mm...y--yes...please...please...plea-- I can'-- I nee--...
[ he can't finish any words or sentences, mind melting apart as yuki fills him so much it is hard to breathe. mafuyu's chest heaves desperately. he's so dizzy, so warm, his vision blacks out, not even realizing how his own release already came, letting his body relax just enough to feel yuki's knot fully, pushing his cum that much deeper. unconsciously his toes curl, his back faintly arches like a knee jerk reflex. he can't manage more than that, but his body has been so greedy for yuki ever since that first time. and now it's been just long enough they haven't done this. yuki's been busy and mafuyu was scared, not knowing how to tell him. it's want and relief and a thrill too.
the way he mumbles is warm and so laden with sex no one else would recognize it as mafuyu's voice despite the familiar softness, ]
Ah...Yuki...so full...mmn...ah...
[ waves of heat ripple off of mafuyu, the scent of his slick not calmed down at all, one of his hands going low beneath the slight bump of his stomach to where he can feel yuki inside too. with his eyes closed, it almost looks like mafuyu could be asleep if not for that subtle touch. ]