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”My heart is so full of you that i can hardly call it my own
Takashi Mitsuya had serious problems. He received daily beatings that weren't even his. He was 13 years old, and every day he woke up covered in bruises. Injuries of all kinds were the most annoying thing in the universe.
He couldn't look his sisters in the face without them seeing his face all beaten up, and the bruises weren't even his.
As soon as your second gender revealed itself, if you were a beta, nothing happened, but if you were an alpha or omega, your body began to receive the blows of your omega or alpha, destined so that when they met, they would suffer the same bruises. The only thing that didn't remain were the scars.
But that didn't take away the constant pain. Mitsuya wondered if his omega was beating himself up to find Takashi faster, although if so, Takashi would be very angry.
Although, well, he wasn't the only one of his friends in that situation. Manjiro, or Mikey, as everyone called him, always appeared all beaten up.
How could anyone hit the invincible Mikey? because no one do it Mikey always got those bruises, they hadn't been him. And from the twenty minutes he spent complaining every day when he met up with his friends, it was obvious why.
Although Mitsuya didn't usually pay much attention to him because he always said the same thing, nothing to Mitsuya's interest.
Baji used to make fun of them a lot, because the only one had bruises on his body that weren't his, while Mitsuya and Mikey were the only ones who were always all full of bruises.
Takashi sometimes wished he was a beta like Draken or Pah-Chin. They didn't have to go through this, they didn't receive bumps or bruises that weren't theirs. That would be his dream, to stop collecting other people's bruises.
There were two options: his destined omega was someone very combative, or he or she would get beaten up a lot at home. Mitsuya, for his own sanity, preferred the first option.
His destined omega had to be someone very combative.