The sky is blue, the grass is green and I, Hagakure Sorahiko must have lost my damn mind. Now you must be wondering, what exactly is this dude talking about? To explain this to you, I'd have to go back a bit. Stick with me now.
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Please call me Sora, my friend calls me Sora. I'm Sora and I am a male omega. Yes, you heard that right I am a male omega, I have heats, I have a womb but luckily for me. I do not have a period, cheers to all the females out there. Honestly, being a male Omega is hell enough. I cannot imagine having a period on top of that. And if you have read any Omegaverse story before, you would have read about male Omegas being described as slender and very pretty, I don't mean to disappoint, but I'm very plain. I'd like to believe I'm a very self-aware person so I refuse to entertain any delusions.
Well, I have this friend, my only friend really, her name is Sakura Hoshino. I wouldn't call us best friends, but we are very close friends and we have been since our third year of university, I'd tell you about it, but it'll still come up later, that's if you stick with me though. You see, Sakura decided to turn twenty-four with some sort of hype, and I'm talking going out, drinking like you're trying to get rid of your liver, and doing all the things you might regret in the foreseeable future. And in true Sakura fashion, she decided to carry me along for it.
To be very honest with you, she had everything planned down. She already had the private room at the bar rented down, she had our drinks paid for and set up in the room when we came in. All in all, everything seemed safe and secure. Why am I emphasizing safety and security? Because my friend Sakura and I are both Omegas and this world isn't kind to Omegas. And no, I am not generalizing the cruelty towards Omegas, it is simply because Alphas are the ones who are cruel to Omegas and Alphas are the ones who rule the world. It is advisable that as an Omega, if you wish to drink out, go with a friend and rent a private room. So we had all our bases covered.
I'm sure now you're wondering, then why did everything go wrong? The answer to that is, BECAUSE OF ME!
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" Come on Sora, drink it! I know you want to" Sakura's leaning across the table and staring me down with this weird look in her eyes, literal fumes are coming from whatever unholy concoction she's mixed in that glass. I refuse to drink such poison, I value my liver thank you very much.
"Do it yourself," I tell her, glancing around the room. It's dark, the low lights give the room a nice aesthetic feel, it's a nice private room at a traditional bar, set in the heart of Tokyo. How the hell did she even afford this? I know we're both at the edge of poverty. Traitor.
"Huh? No! It's my birthday, I make the drinks, you drink them!" I'd take her seriously if I hadn't already downed four of her concoctions. My head's foggy, it feels like there's wool in my ears and my mouth tastes like shit.
"Down girl, my soul is rattling" I whisper back. I think.
"The fuck are you screaming for?" She shouts back.
Yup, I'm hammered. Damn it! One of us was supposed to stay sober, and it was supposed to be me. I steadily ignore Sakura dry humping the table in front of me. Yes, she's the type of omega to get horny when drunk, I can't relate, horny where? She wiggles that stupid glass in my face again, so I open my mouth to tell her off, my mistake, it takes her one second to shove that thing down my throat. This might be the closest I get to heaven. Or hell if you want to be technical about it.
When I come back to life, Sakura's moaning about some unintelligible bullshit on the floor. Happy twenty-fourth. Heh. More like the last birthday of your life. The world is spinning, my legs are shaking, I can't make my eyes focus on anything and my brain keeps chanting one word 'Piss! Piss! Piss!', who am I to deny my body of its basic function.
As I open the room door, I distinctly recall that I'm not supposed to leave the private room without…yeah that's a bust…my brain's kinda fried right now. I shut the door gently behind me though, so I wouldn't wake the birthday girl, more points for me I guess. Heh. I'm so freaking nice.
I would describe the walk-turned-crawl to the restroom for you, but all you need to know is that it was painful. I couldn't see shit. My ears wouldn't stop ringing and my legs wouldn't straighten. At some point, I might have sobbed because I had convinced myself that Sakura gave me something that fried my nerve receptors and now I am paralyzed. I sobbed, definitely sobbed. Anyways. I got to the toilet in one piece, a win for all the drunk omegas out there who ended up dead in a ditch while stumbling to somewhere safe. Morbid, I know. The piss was great by the way, I might have even washed my hands in the sink. They're wet so let's hope I did. Wash it in the sink I mean. Too many sources of water in a restroom. Scary.
Let me tell you, the air outside the restroom is better than the one in. I didn't know air could be different but here we are. Once again, Lady Luck smiles at me, the corridor is completely empty, where the hell did Sakura get the money to rent this room? This place is too freaking high-class!
I trace my steps back to my room. I took about twenty-six steps. It's hard to estimate steps when you're crawling but I think I got it down. Heh. So imagine my surprise when I open the door and see two men. Did I say men, one tired-looking human and one guy who's…who's…beautiful? What the hell did I just stumble into? Is that guy selling his soul? No human being should look as beautiful as that! Is that the devil?? But on a more serious note…
"Why did no one ever say the devil had pink fucking eyes?!".