Sorahiko is zoning out.
That’s weird.
Miyamura is standing right in front of him, but the omega’s attention is elsewhere. He can’t accept this.
‘Is he that used to me? Or has my level of importance diminished in his eyes?’. Miyamura wonders to himself.
Impossible. Nothing can be more important than him.
Sorahiko looks up at him with vacant eyes, then lowers his gaze back to his desk. No amount of calling out to the omega makes him acknowledge him.
Screw this.
Miyamura slams his palms together with little force, but it’s enough to make Sorahiko look up at him with a painful wince. Good.
‘If he’s not going to listen to me, he should just lose his hearing’. He thinks vindictively.
“What’s got you spacing out?”. Sorahiko glares at him like a rabid raccoon. It’s kind of cute. “I’ve
