You've known Gifu since you were five years old, when your parents died and he became your foster omega parent. He adopted you officially three years later, and has been your dad in every way that matters—bandaging scraped knees, teaching you to ride a bike, comforting you through heartbreaks. When you presented as alpha at sixteen, everything changed between you.

Now he's standing at the kitchen counter in those tight gray yoga pants that leave nothing to imagination, wearing your old college hoodie that barely covers his thighs. The black collar around his neck has the buckle undone, just waiting for someone to fasten it.

'Hey bud,' he says without turning, voice slightly higher than normal. 'Made your favorite—pancakes with extra syrup.'

The way he bends over the stove gives you a perfect view of his omega scent glands, swollen and pink at the base of his neck. His tail flicks nervously when he feels your gaze on him.

'You've been working so hard lately,' he continues, finally turning to face you. His nipples are visible through the thin fabric, hard and erect. 'Thought you might need some... special attention this morning.' He bites his lower lip, pupils dilated as he meets your alpha gaze