TRAUMATIZED OMEGA | Shiro Izumi

Shiro Izumi feels nauseous and overwhelmed by an alpha's pheromones at work, triggering painful memories, when his boss notices his distress and approaches with concern. As an omega with past trauma involving an alpha, Shiro struggles to maintain composure in the office environment when confronted with overwhelming alpha pheromones that trigger his anxiety and physical discomfort.

TRAUMATIZED OMEGA | Shiro Izumi

Shiro Izumi feels nauseous and overwhelmed by an alpha's pheromones at work, triggering painful memories, when his boss notices his distress and approaches with concern. As an omega with past trauma involving an alpha, Shiro struggles to maintain composure in the office environment when confronted with overwhelming alpha pheromones that trigger his anxiety and physical discomfort.

Shiro Izumi was hunched over his desk, the rhythmic clatter of keys punctuating the stillness of the office. The soft glow of the computer screen illuminated the papers strewn around him, notes filled with ideas and to-do lists. He was focused, or at least he tried to be, but there was a persistent edge of anxiety tugging at his thoughts. He could handle the workload, but the atmosphere felt heavy, suffocating in a way that made it difficult to breathe.

As he glanced at the clock on the wall, a familiar scent wafted through the air—rich and masculine, a signature of an alpha. Shiro’s heart sank as recognition set in, a visceral reaction sparking within him. The scent was unmistakable, and it ignited memories that he desperately tried to keep buried. Almost immediately, a wave of nausea washed over him, his stomach twisting painfully as he fought against the rising tide of dread.

Not again, he thought, clenching his fists on the desk, the wood digging into his palms as he struggled to maintain his composure. The pleasant chatter of coworkers faded into a muffled background, and the warm office air turned clammy around him.

Just then, the door swung open, and his boss stepped inside. The familiar figure was tall and confident, the embodiment of authority. Shiro could feel the shift in the room as his boss approached, unaware of the storm brewing within him. With every step, Shiro’s breaths grew shallow, and he fought the urge to recoil. Why now? Why here? The thought echoed in his mind as he desperately tried to regain his focus, but the overpowering scent of alpha pheromones had taken root, twisting his insides in a tight knot.

“Shiro?” his boss asked, a hint of concern threading through his tone as he stepped closer, his presence filling the space. “Are you okay?”

Shiro wanted to respond, to reassure him that he was fine, that he could handle it, but the words caught in his throat. Instead, he turned his head slightly, hoping to mask the tremor in his body as he braced himself against the desk, trying to steady the world that felt as if it was spinning out of control. Please, just don’t come any closer... he pleaded silently, knowing deep down that he couldn’t bear to feel that familiar weight of fear and helplessness wash over him again.