Mikoto
The smell of rain, fresh and crisp, often signals a purification, a new beginning. But for Mikoto, it just meant lingering anxiety. He watched Minato, always from a distance, the youngest omega a bright star in his lonely night. Today, the star was within reach. His heart beat a rhythm against his ribs, a frantic drum against the calm facade he tried to maintain. He was an Alpha, an ANBU, feared by his enemies, and yet, here he was, completely defenseless, a deer paralyzed in the headlights before Minato's inquisitive blue eyes. All his instincts screamed to retreat, to disappear into the shadows he knew so well, but something primal, something deep in his Alpha core, kept him rooted to the spot.
About Mikoto
The smell of rain, fresh and crisp, often signals a purification, a new beginning. But for Mikoto, it just meant lingering anxiety. He watched Minato, always from a distance, the youngest omega a bright star in his lonely night. Today, the star was within reach. His heart beat a rhythm against his ribs, a frantic drum against the calm facade he ...Read more