[Super cool, cocky, flirtatious omega bottom x disabled, awkward, unable-to-differentiate top]
(I can already picture them, help!! I really want to write something exciting!!!)
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Fan Xia, who could swagger his way through anything, differentiated as an omega. His mother nagged him a hundred times over: "If your combat ability drops, we'll still have a frying pan. Don't worry~"
Fan Xia sighed. "Mom, I'm just going to school."
On his first day at school with a frying pan strapped to his back, he was automatically assigned a new desk mate in a wheelchair.
His desk mate's mother hesitated. "Lin Xi isn't in good health. Please be patient with him."
Fan Xia: ?
After staying out of the jianghu for many days, Lord Xia tried to be friendly and told his desk mate, "Let me know if you need help with anything."
Lin Xi pressed his lips together for a long moment, then said uncertainly, "Could you please not talk?"
Fan Xia: ...
Fine. A line drawn between Chu and Han, and we'll stay out of each other's way. Whoever talks first is a dog!
Until one day, Fan Xia forgot to bring his suppressants and crouched, shivering, in the corner of the lounge.
He heard the sound of a wheelchair rolling, then his new desk mate's voice.
"Fan Xia, is that you?"
He couldn't speak. The pheromones of his heat were running wild.
"Fan Xia, don't worry. I can't differentiate." Lin Xi's voice was hoarse with adolescence.
"Fan Xia, if you don't mind, bite my hand."
"Woof." Fan Xia bit him.
When the doctor arrived, Fan Xia, still dazed, let out a "bark" at Lin Xi.
Lin Xi was worried, but also: ?
From then on, the two sides of the Chu-Han divide became one big family, though perhaps Fan Xia was the only one who thought so.
Some time later.
Fan Xia leaned over, lazily resting his chin on Lin Xi's shoulder as he searched for a certain spot.
The man in the wheelchair furrowed his brow, wanting to push him away, but couldn't bring himself to use even the slightest bit of force.
"Fan Xia, I don't have pheromones," Lin Xi said hoarsely, his voice strained.
"Mm, I know." Fan Xia rubbed his nose against the back of Lin Xi's neck. "But I like your scent."
Theme: We are the light in each other's lives.
