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6:00 am Sharp.
Every morning, Monday through Friday, without fail.
The blaring alarm shattered the silence of Tokuno Yushi’s neatly arranged dorm room — every object in its rightful place, every book aligned with surgical precision. For anyone else, the sound might have been grating. For Yushi, it was reassurance. Consistency meant control. Control meant safety. He was lucky enough that his parents were able to buy out a single room just for him on campus. It was a bit pricey, but Yushi enjoyed his own personal space too much to really put much care into how much it costed.
After the first two rings he sat up instantly, chest rising with a calm breath as the faint, sweet aroma of strawberries and honey filled the air — his natural pheromones, soft but distinct. Addictive, but not too overwhelming where it became sickening.
“Another day of presidential duty ,” he murmured, voice even and measured.
He had been an attending student of Wish Academy. He was currently a senior and he was soon to graduate and move on to college.
He was blessed to be voted as the Student Council president, especially after all the hard work he had done to become nominated. It was a tiring task yes, but Yushi would never admit how much he truly enjoyed his position.
He moved through his morning routine on autopilot reaching out for two little white capsules he kept tucked away in his dresser, his suppressants, and one full glass of water to chase it down. Always before 7:05 am. A single slip of the mind could mean disaster; he knew that too well. His parents had made sure of it.
They’d been strict long before he ever presented. As he was an only child his parents had expected the highest results from him always. Discipline was a virtue, they said. Emotions and feelings were weaknesses. After he had presented as an omega at the age of 16, their lessons only sharpened. His mother’s words still echoed in his head like a mantra:
You must be the perfect omega — graceful, intelligent, in control. The world will respect nothing less.
So, he became exactly that.
…The embodiment of perfection.
After a brief shower and an overly precise morning routine, he slipped into his everyday uniform. A crisp white T-shirt beneath a soft pink vest embroidered with the Academy insignia, white slacks pressed to perfection, and spotless shoes. The only changing part of the uniform would be the undershirt depending on the weather. Either than that it would be the same everytime.
The dress code for omegas seemed a bit stereotypical, but Yushi never complained. He would have worn a clown costume every day if it meant following the rules.
He soon moved to the mini kitchen area and quickly started on breakfast. It was simple but artful — two perfectly round fluffy pancakes topped with strawberries cut like roses, a drizzle of sweet syrup and a glass of cold milk to cut the sweetness. By 6:20 am, the table looked like a magazine spread, though he was the only one there to see it he still felt proud of his work.
After the hearty breakfast, He was out the door by 6:45 am on the dot, a clean book bag neatly slung over one shoulder, his black hair brushed and smoothed to perfection , and a composed demeanor to top it all off.
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After a short 5 minute walk, he was met with the pearly school gates. Familiar sounds of chatter surrounded him — the voices of fellow omegas softened in awe as he walked by. Some admired his beauty, while others feared his cold demeanor. The “Perfect President,” they whispered. The Academy’s most composed omega.
He followed his usual path and made it to the school garden that had a small alcove in the center. He sat down on one of the plush cushions and decided to relax for just a bit before a loud voice had cut through.
“Yushi!”
A bubbly voice called out to him which belonged to Hirose Ryo, a fellow omega who had ginger hair that looked soft to the touch under the morning light. He was just one year younger than Yushi, but the two had formed a close bond when Ryo had met Yushi during his freshman year.
He soon became the treasurer of the Student Council and he is now known as the living opposite of Yushi in every way.
With his bright grin and constant energy, Ryo was a walking burst of sunlight in a place that prided itself on composure. His orange blossom scent had spread quickly as he waved enthusiastically, a half-eaten melon bun in hand.
“You’re early again!” he said, crumbs falling off his cheeks as he smiled. He quickly walked up to where Yushi was sitting down and took a seat next to him.
Yushi checked his watch and on the little screen the time popped up. It had read “6:55”.
“I’m actually on time,” Yushi corrected, with one eyebrow raised while his lips twitched with a slight smile.
A sweet caramel scent soon surrounded them, and another student had walked through the courtyard and had plopped down on one of the cushioned chairs . He was slightly taller than Yushi and sharp-eyed, his uniform was slightly undone in a way that would have driven Yushi insane if he weren’t so used to it. Maeda Riku was the vice president of the Student Council — clever, smooth-talking, and always dangerously casual about the rules as Yushi says.
“You know, Yushi,” Riku drawled, “one day you should try arriving at 7:00am instead of 5 minutes before. It’s not as deadly as it sounds.”
“Undisciplined habits lead to disorder,” Yushi had replied dryly. He had this robotic feel to him that would have made any other person question him. It’s good that Riku had known Yushi since diapers, and was used to his cold responses.
“Right, right,” Riku said with a sly grin. “Remind me to never leave you in charge of any vacations we have in the future.”
Moments later, two other girls had joined them in the small alcove— Moka and Minju were a quiet but crucial part of the council.
Moka, the historian, had a gentle, dreamy voice and a habit of doodling hearts in her margins; her apricot scent was gentle and comforting.
She was a junior just like Ryo and she would always be playing along with Ryo’s antics and often kept him company during long the meetings.
Minju on the other hand , the council’s secretary, was all sharp precision — thin framed glasses perched on her nose, her notebooks color-coded within an inch of their lives. She had met Yushi and Riku in a shared anatomy class their sophomore year, the three had clicked continued to stay friends all the way up to their senior year.
Together, the five of them made their way to the Student Council Room — their small was sanctuary on the second floor of theneast wing of the Academy. It was orderly, pink-tinged, with an organized and spotless interior, just the way Yushi liked it. The distant sounds of the west wing were heard from the council room. The rowdy west wing included the Alpha and beta dormitory and classes.
Two distinct worlds, divided by structure.
After they got situated in the Student Council office, Yushi had checked his watch once again. It read “7:00” , which meant they were right on time for their morning meeting.
“Alright everyone,” Minju said, her cherry scent was light but fragrant and her tone was calm but efficient. She sat down and took out her laptop pulling up the recent presentation slides they had worked on. “I reviewed the last set of meeting presentations last night and the formatting on one of the slides was off by one column, so I fixed it.”
Ryo blinked. “You mean… you fixed my notes?”
“Yes,” Minju said politely. “Completely.”
Riku snorted. “You’re a saint, Minju.”
Yushi opened his bag and began organizing the agenda for the morning meeting. “We have budget approvals that we can work on during our after school meeting, class reports that can be done during lunch time, and…”
He paused when the intercom crackled to life.
“Attention, Student Council,” came the principal’s calm voice. “Please report to my office before first period.”
They exchanged confused glances.
“That’s… new,” Ryo murmured.
“Probably something about all the upcoming events surrounding homecoming ,” Riku said lazily, though his eyes flickered with interest.
Yushi frowned. “Regardless, we shouldn’t keep her waiting. Let’s go.”
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The principal’s office sat in the administrative wing — neutral ground, but closer to the west wing than the omegas liked. Yushi’s pulse quickened slightly as they approached. The scent of alpha pheromones often lingered faintly in these halls, a reminder of the invisible line omegas weren’t supposed to cross.
He straightened his posture and knocked on the grand oak firmly.
“Come in,” came Principal Kwon’s calm voice.
They entered in perfect order, bowing politely before taking their seats.
“Ah, the council,” Principal Kwon greeted warmly. “President Tokuno, Vice President Maeda, Treasurer Hirose, Historian Sakai , Secretary Park — thank you for coming.”
Principal Kwon was a respectable woman in her late thirties. She had helped build the foundation at Wish academy and had been part of the reason as to why the reputation of the school was so spotless.
Yushi inclined his head. “Of course, ma’am. May we ask what this is regarding?”
Principal Kwon smiled, folding her hands atop her desk. “You may have heard the announcement this morning. Wish Academy will be hosting a joint fundraiser between the Soccer Team and the Student Council to prepare for the upcoming homecoming festival and dance.”
Silence.
Then Riku said what everyone was thinking. “… a joint fundraiser?”
Principal Kwon nodded. “That’s correct. For the first time in the school’s history, alphas and omegas will collaborate on a single project. This year I am hoping for us to create a huge event that could even be news worthy!”
Moka’s fingers tightened around her notebook. Minju blinked, clearly processing.
Ryo shifted nervously. “S-so, like… actually work together? In the same space?”
“Yes,” Principal Kwon said simply. “This is an opportunity to bridge the gap between the two sub genders. It is time to turn a new leaf in time. You’ll be meeting with the Soccer teams representatives this week to plan the event.”
Yushi’s clenched his fist a bit and his chest had tightened a bit, but his tone remained composed. “ Principal Kwon with all due respect — the current separation of sub genders exists for a reason. It maintains balance and order.”
“True,” Principal Kwon said in agreement. “But order without growth becomes stagnation. You, Mr. Tokuno, have demonstrated exceptional leadership. I trust you’ll ensure this collaboration runs smoothly.”
Riku gave Yushi a sideways glance. “Guess we’re part of history now, huh?”
Yushi ignored him, bowing politely. “Understood, Ma’am. The council will cooperate professionally.”
“Good,” Principal Kwon said with a small smile. “Then I’ll let you prepare. You’ll meet their captain later this week. Homecoming is in only one month so please work diligently.”
One part had struck something deep in Yushi’s chest. Their captain.
Homecoming was of course a mixed event with Alphas, Omegas and Betas sharing a space, but usually it was only organized by the Student Council.
Plus Yushi was never allowed to go to Homecoming. His parents would tell him that it was a sure way for him to become a single teen parent.
He’d never had a reason to interact with an alpha before, unless they were his family. Especially not directly, not outside required greetings and school ceremonies. The thought was… unsettling.
When they stepped back into the hallway, the silence between them was thick.
Ryo finally broke it. “Do you think they’ll be nice?”
Riku laughed quietly. “Nice? They’re alphas, Ryo. They’ll probably treat us like porcelain .”
Minju frowned. “Or like children.”
“Or like a checklist item,” Moka murmured softly.
Yushi exhaled slowly, forcing calm back into his voice. “Regardless of their behavior, we’ll conduct ourselves properly.“
Riku smirked. “There’s the speech. I was wondering when we’d get it.”
Yushi shot him a sharp glance but said nothing more.
As they walked back through the sunlit halls, laughter drifted faintly from the athletic field — deep, easy voices that didn’t belong to their world. The sounds of alphas and betas ringing out.
Ryo glanced toward the windows curiously, but Yushi didn’t. He couldn’t.
Instead, he tightened his grip on his notebook and kept walking, every step measured and deliberate.
Because perfection didn’t waver.
Perfection didn’t flinch.