3 Omegas in the Class 3-E

"Masa-chan <3 You really came back," a handsome young man of brown hair with curled edges and light brown eyes said to the old friend he hadn't seen in a long time, "Huh? Your uniform is a mess, you feeling all right?" he added when he noticed his messy looks. His old friend's silver tie was loosened, his white shirt unbuttoned and his black hair was pretty fluffy; and that without counting his not so good looking side-profile.

[Huh? Is Nishimura-san]

[Does he know Akiyama-san?]

[Oh, Nishimura, morning]

[Youta-kun, good morning]

[Ah! Morning, morning <3...]

"... Do I look all right to you, Youta? And don't call me Masa-chan," the young man of messy looks who was sitting on the last double seater black wooden desk beside the big window with view to the garden said back after seeing who was talking to him.

"Sorry, sorry, just remembering a bit the old days, Masaru," Nishimura Youta said with his hands up in a sorry gesture as he approached to Akiyama Masaru's seat.

[Old days?]

[So they know each other...]

[~~~]

"But what happened to you? Such messy looks, isn't like you at all..." Nishimura Youta asked again.

Akiyama Masaru's expression darkened as he remembered the scene of this morning with his following disgraceful heat.

"Ah," Nishimura Youta hit with his fist his palm, "could it be that you are rebelling after having freed yourself of your family's trend?!"

"....." Akiyama Masaru didn't answer and just glared daggers at him.

"All right, you didn't. Then, what happened?" Nishimura Youta said after getting his silent 'what the hell are you talking about?'

Akiyama Masaru's expression darkened more. At the end, he rubbed the bridge of his nose, lifting his dark blue reading glasses, saying, "Nothing."

"....."

"By the way," Akiyama Masaru turned to see the seat besides his, the last one in the middle row of the classroom, "I didn't know there would be an omega in the class 3-E."

"Eh, well... There are pretty capable omegas nowadays," Nishimura Youta answered him.

'That's true, however...'

"Ah, but there are actually two omegas in our class not just..."

"Akiyama-sama, here is your water," a slim young man of tied long white hair and blue eyes with both of his ears pierced and a part of a red tattoo showing on his neck said as he put on Akiyama Masaru's desk a crystal cup with water.

"Thanks."

'... the son of a yakuza?'

"Ah, he is..."

"All right, all to your seats."

As if getting what his friend was thinking, Akiyama Masaru was about to introduce them but his presentation was cut by the teacher.

[Ah, Chiba-sensei]

[Haaa- Already…]

"Then, I'm going back to my seat, Akiyama-sama.

"Nishimura-sama," the white-haired young man dismissed himself, bowing first to Akiyama Masuru and then to Nishimura Youta.

"Yes."

'... He knows me?'

"Nishimura-kun?!"

"Eh, ah! Coming.

"See ya, Masaru."

Akiyama Masaru only waved his hand in response before taking a sip of water.

[Chiba-sensei, you looking great today <3]

[Haa- just go to your seat...]

'That Youta, carefree and casual as ever… he hasn't changed at all,' Akiyama Masaru smiled, sipping more water.

Because practically all of the students were sons, daughters or in one way or another part of an influential and wealthy family, the accustomed salute between teacher and student was discarded; it was enough that these future leaders were addressing the teachers as sensei and they were letting them address them with the -kun or -san. However, there were still some exceptions, depending on how heavy were their backgrounds.