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The day goes by smoothly for Toya, well, he supposes it must as he’s slept well into dinner time. He hears a knock at the door quarter after 5 and he waits a few more minutes before pulling his aching body from bed and going to grab the food that’s been left. He supposes it’s his fault for not specifying to Shoto what to get him, but the whole cart full of food is quite excessive. A large bowl of miso soup, two bowls of jasmine rice, katsudon, bread, salad.... It’s so much Toya worries he’ll get sick if he eats even half of it.
After almost 5 minutes of unloading, he thinks he’s finally gotten everything off the tray and onto the desk that overlooks the city, when he spots on the lower level even
more
food. This time it’s drinks, deserts, and additional snacks.
“I’m going to kill him,” he murmurs fondly as he empties that section of the rolling cart as well, then sets it back outside the door.
Before going to eat, he wanders to the bathroom where he looks over his body, purple bruising coats his neck where the mark is, his wrists have bruises that show how tightly Shoto gripped him as they mated. Curiosity gets the better of him as he strips from his mate’s shirt to overlook his body. He looks like he got in a car wreck. Bruises, scratches, and bite marks litter his body, the only place half as bad as his neck is his hips - where clear bruises in the shape of handprints and small puncture marks from nails digging into skin rest.
A deep, pleased purr rumbles from his throat as he overlooks his body. It may be the confidence provided by Shoto’s mark on his throat, but he looks
hot.
‘
Would be a shame not to show off Alpha’s work~
’ his brain supplies, and thankfully he knows
just
the way.
It takes a while of digging before he finds his phone in one of their bags, but the second he gets it he’s back into the bathroom propping himself up onto the large, marble countertop, turning over his shoulder, back to the mirror as he takes a photo. He admires it for a while before sending it to Shoto.
He wants to cause problems, sue him.
He throws back on his mate’s shirt and then his sleep pants that’d been discarded by the bed before sitting down to eat. Before he does, though, he has one last plan to make some mischief he’d been craving so desperately.
- - -
Shoto had doused himself with scent neutralizer four times in the few hours before he was set to meet with Enji, but it never really worked to cover his mate’s smell. At least, not to him it didn’t. Maybe he didn’t reek of Toya anymore, maybe Toya’s scent was just burned into his nostrils. He’d be happy with that being the case.
Shoto arrived to dinner early, as he really didn’t want to add another thing to the already growing list of things Enji would have to complain about.
His sister and brother were the first to arrive, followed by Shoto, then Enji and Rei. Enji looked over the family and the first thing he pointed out was the empty seat.
“Where is Toya.”
Fuyumi and Natsuo look over to Shoto, Fuyumi wearing a nervous look as if she knows the truth. Rei pat’s Enji’s shoulder and gets him to sit down so they can start dinner, and thankfully the gentle prompting works.
“He’s feeling under the weather.” Shoto was never a good liar, so vauging the truth was the only way he was going to get through this dinner.
“What’s wrong with him?” Enji seems to accept the answer well enough, but that doesn’t stop his questioning. Even though the pair had a rocky relationship, and Enji had sent Toya away for the safety of Shoto, He still cared deeply for his son. He wanted him to be happy and successful even if he went about it in all the wrong ways.
“He’s hurting and I think he might be coming down with a cold, his throat was hurting him this morning.”
Shoto’s phone dings with a text message, and Shoto lifts his hand up a moment to ask his dad to hold his thought before it rests again on the wooden table. Just an image… strange. He opens it and his eyes go wide, Nails sharply digging into the wood more than enough to damage it. He fights back the urge to growl out and leave the family just to go back to the hotel and tend to his mate.
He has to pull his gaze away from the phone and shove it in his pocket, blinking several times as he tries to pull the image from his mind. If he started to smell of arousal it would just cause more issues at dinner tonight.
Enji was about to speak, about to lecture Shoto for damaging the table before Fuyumi’s phone went off. As she pulled it from her purse, Natsuo’s phone went off. Shoto went white as a ghost when he heard the squeak of surprise from his sister. The way her cheeks tinted red and how quickly she shoved her phone back into her bag… Shoto knew exactly what she’d seen.
Natsuo jumped when he opened his messages, his phone flying from his hand and landing face up on the table. The image was clear for everyone to see.
Toya sitting on a fancy counter top, fully naked, back to the camera and his head turned so you could see one eye. The most noticeable feature, however. Was the mating mark on his neck. The bruises that littered his body were unmistakable.
Natsuo was the only one who got a message with the image, and when Enji read it, he went so red Shoto thought he was going to explode.
> Toya 5:35pm.
At least someone in the family knows how to properly claim an omega. You should learn by his example, Nat.
Toya Todoroki liked to cause trouble, but that day, he might as well have started a full on war.