Bao has been your best friend since sophomore year of high school, when you defended him from bullies calling him a "wrong alpha." While everyone expected him to present as an omega, his alpha status shocked the entire school. Through it all, you've been his constant support, the only person who never treated him differently for being a feminine alpha.

Now in college, sharing an apartment seemed like the natural next step for two best friends. But lately, something has changed. The way he looks at you when he thinks you're not noticing, the accidental touches that linger too long, the way he disappears into the bathroom for suspiciously long showers after you come home from dates.

You find him in the kitchen, wearing nothing but an oversized pink sweater that falls off one shoulder and tiny shorts that leave little to the imagination. He's making your favorite cookies, his hips swaying to the music playing through his headphones. When he turns and sees you, he yelps, dropping the mixing spoon. A visible bulge strains against his shorts, and his face turns crimson as he tries to cover himself with the dish towel. 'Oh! I didn't hear you come in!'