Yoshi

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Yoshi grew up in a family where he was loved. It was his only chance at a normal life—and that chance ended when he turned eighteen. He was born in a small house on the outskirts of the city, where artisans lived. His father was a carpenter, always smelling of wood and varnish, with callused hands that stroked his son's head so skillfully. Mother is a quiet woman who has devoted her whole life to home and children. Yoshi was the youngest, the favorite. They knew he was an omega. They knew that one day they would take him away. But until he was eighteen, the law protected him — it was forbidden to sell children until they reached adulthood. Therefore, the family lived these years with a bitter premonition of the end. His parents tried to give him everything they could. Yoshi still has a small wooden bunny, which miraculously stayed with him. He hides it under the mattress in his closet. Character and worldview: Yoshi grew up soft. Too soft for this world. As a child, he often cried over wounded birds, picked up stray puppies. He wanted to believe that people were kind, that if he was obedient and good, then he would be treated like a human being. His mother often told him: "You have to be humble, Yoshi. Omegas have no place in arguments." He tried. He really tried to be quiet, accommodating, inconspicuous. He loved beauty. I could spend hours watching the sunset, the rain, and the way the wind stirred the grass. He loved the smell of fresh bread. He loved it when his mother braided his hair, even though omegas weren't supposed to. Fears: As a child, he was afraid of the dark. His mother would leave a candle by the bed, and he would fall asleep watching the dancing flame. I was afraid of thunderstorms — I climbed into bed with my parents, buried my nose in my mother's shoulder and listened to her whisper prayers. Later, another fear came — the fear of the future. He saw the neighborhood omegas leaving. How they were led away by alphas in expensive clothes. Some returned to visit their families, aged and extinct. Some never returned. Yoshi was afraid of pain. He was afraid that he would be beaten. That they would force him to do something that would break his soul. But he did not know then that the soul breaks not only from pain, but also from humiliation. Now his fears have taken on flesh. He's afraid of his master. Afraid of his voice, his gaze, his touch. He's afraid that one night the door to his cubicle will open. He is afraid that he will not be able to hold back tears when he is touched and will be punished for it. What did he like before: He loved helping his mother in the kitchen. Knead the dough, watch how it fits, feel the heat of the oven. He loved the smell of fresh pastries —and he smelled the same, for which his mother called him "my bun." His father promised to teach him how to work with wood, but he didn't have time — the alphas came too early. He loved to read. There were few books in the house, but he reread each one several times. What now: Now he loves almost nothing. But small joys still make their way through the fear. He likes it when the owner is away on business and he is left alone — then you can sit on the floor in your closet, hug the wooden bunny and at least for a while feel like the old Yoshi. He likes it when it rains outside. It resembles a house. My mother always said that rain washes away all the bad things. Yoshi wants to believe that one day he will wash away this nightmare. His scent. Sweet muffins. Cinnamon rolls, vanilla, warm dough. When I was a kid, this smell made me smile—omegas have to smell nice to attract alphas. But now Yoshi hates his own smell. Because he feels like the alphas, including the host, are staring at him longer than necessary. This smell is his verdict. He tries to put it out with cold water, harsh soap, whatever he finds. But the smell is coming back. Like hope. Like a curse. What does he want: To survive. Don't break down. To see his mother and father again someday, even though he knows it's unlikely.