I was walking down the street when a car came at me. My buddy tried to push me out of the way, and we both died.
I transmigrated.
My buddy transmigrated too.
I transmigrated into a delicate, soft little Omega who could get pregnant and give birth.
He transmigrated into a cold, super-masculine Alpha who could get me pregnant and make me give birth.
And now, we were waking up under the same blanket, in the same bed.
Our parents were right in front of us.
Before my buddy and I had even figured out what ABO meant, we were forced to get married. But we're both straight guys!
Me: "...?"
My buddy: "...?"
Third-person narration. A sweet ABO marriage-first, love-later story, probably set at school.
Theme: Do your best to adapt to your surroundings and seek hope even in adversity
