Hazed behind the whisps of smoke and oversized sweatshirts from Hollister, Kenji Tanaka is a sassy, sharp-tongued omega, and he meets Meena - the son of a notorious crime boss posing as a legitimate businessman to anyone in law enforcement - who wou...
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The sunlight poured herself through the opened blinds covering the three windows at an angle behind Kenji's king-sized bed. His lower body shrouded in freshly-washed silk, blue sheets, Kenji pried his eyelids open.
❝Merry Christmas, Meena,❞ Kenji sleepily murmurs into the phone as soon as he picks up.
Meena's lips twitch up from Kenji's voice alone — raspy and tired. ❝Merry Christmas to you, too, shortcake. I miss you, you know.❞
Kenji giggles, blushing. ❝I know. But I'm sure you're not ready to meet my whole family yet.❞ He smiles faintly when he hears himself. Family, he thinks. They're his family, even if they aren't related by blood. He determined that a while ago. ❝I promise I'll come and see you soon.❞
Meena hums, ❝Yeah, you're right. Baby steps. Okay, doll face,❞ he plays with the word on his tongue.
Kenji unconsciously preens at the sound of the still unfamiliar nickname, and he slowly sits up in his bed. The sheets are wrapped around his waist. ❝Talk to you later. I'm gonna take a hot bath before heading downstairs.❞ I love you, he adds as an afterthought in his head.
❝Mhm. I'll make sure to tell you every single detail of the movies we watch, and I expect the same.❞
Murmuring a ❛'kay,❜ Kenji hangs up the phone. He gathers up some clothes from his closet before crossing the carpeted hallway — lined with methodically-placed family pictures — into the bathroom.
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Kenji came downstairs, his damp hair, almond-scented from his shampoo, tucked underneath a glittery, red Santa hat — leaving only two strands falling onto his lashes. He had put on a maroon sweater and acid-washed jeans, which prompted Beau to say, ❝Really, Kenji?❞
Riku snickered behind his coffee mug — for Kenji agreed to remain civil if Riku wasn't allowed more than a glass of alcohol.
In Kenji's defense, though, no one should be drinking at nine in the morning.
❝Why the fuck are you laughing?❞ Athena inquires without peering up from the book he was reading. ❝You are wearing an elf hoodie.❞ Beau laughed at his mate's comment, and Riku fell silent.
Avery's lips curved up behind the crystal-like glass filled halfway with the rosè he gingerly sipped. He was the exception for Kenji's rule, apparently. His other arm — with sleeves rolled up to his elbows — was at an acute angle behind Athena's head, and threads his dark tresses between his fingers.
❝Merry Christmas, everyone,❞ Kyoko says cheerfully, her daughter on her hip. Raven trails behind her, and he carries freshly-baked cherry pie in a tin-foiled pan. ❝We brought pie. Homemade pie.❞
