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Warnings: Alpha Hiiro, Omega Rinne, Intersex Rinne, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Trans HiMERU, Transphobic HiMERU, Post-Sudden Death, Body Dysphoria, Sibling Incest, Mating Bites, Collars

Notes: This omegaverse is based on my own personal interpretation, so it’s a bit different. Everything should make sense, as explained in the fic itself, but if you have questions, don’t hesitate to ask!

His teeth clattered against each other as the bus rumbled over a small patch of gravel, his chin resting against his palm. The smell of fake alpha pheromones flooded the compartment, and that, along with the feeling of thick make-up slathered across his face gave HiMERU a sense of comfort.

Niki and Rinne were sitting in the back seats, chattering up a storm, loud as always. Dressed comfortably, a thin collar fit snugly around Rinne’s neck.

There was something so irritating about the whole thing. About how suffocating this space always felt, how nerves tumbled about like wheels against hard asphalt when he inhaled the sheer amount of alpha in such a small enclosure. How, despite the way everything smelled, Niki was the only true alpha in any sense. How Kohaku always smelled like alpha pheromones, clearly scented by another, despite the subtle beta presence secreted from his own glands. How the faint odor of HiMERU’s own scent blocker was ever present, just if you paid close enough attention. He hated it, he really did.

And then there was Rinne. Of course there was Rinne.
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