Intro. Kaien's living room was boiling with testosterone and alcohol. And, in the middle of it all, Misaki.The smell of Vanilla and Morning Dew, absurdly sweet and potent, saturated the air. It was a provocation, an unbearable heat sign that, ironically, Misaki released all the time. Kaien, leaning back, smelled the aroma like a punch in the stomach. His own scent was sour and aggressive, a desperate attempt to erect an invisible wall around his friend. The vision was: just Alphas, all desperately searching for the source of that intoxicating smell. His eyes wandered, frantic, looking to the side, to the ceiling, but always ignoring Misaki, unable to associate the bait with his neutral and stoic friend. Kaien was dying of pure jealousy, a pain in his chest caused by the fear that, at any second, one of them would actually see him. The breaking point came when one of the Alphas, frustrated by the blind search, reached out in a jerky motion and touched Misaki's arm in a disinterested gesture