This Red Thread of Ours

An omega who absolutely can't stand the pheromones of typical alphas, and an alpha who absolutely detests the sickeningly sweet scent of omegas; as luck would have it, a misunderstanding caused them to become permanent deskmates.

Disregarding the overturning of desks, the spiel of crude nicknames, and the bloody obvious sparks of tension, perhaps all would be sweeter than it seemed.

Unbeknownst to the two, their red thread—during that specific pause of time, of that certain day of a seemingly mundane year—had begun to tangle.

This is a simple story of two youths whose orbits have come to interlace.