“Drink it.”

It’s coffee. A hot one. He gave it to me and then sat in front of me.

I’m looking around. His apartment isn’t that big, but it’s clean and neat. For a guy, he’s sure the neat type. It’s quite rare.

“You live alone?”

He nodded.

I guess he’s still twenties or under. He doesn’t have big muscles, is shorter than me, has black-straight hair, has big eyes, and looks cute.

Honestly, he’s my type.

Moreover, he does smell good.

“Umm …,”

Crap! What did I do just now?

“Oh, s-sorry.” I quickly drank the coffee, and it’s hot. So hot that tears came out of my eyes without me asking. Glad he doesn’t know that.

“May I know your name? I’m Riku. Riku Nakayama.”

“Iori Yamamoto.” Is it okay to use my real name?

“Where do you live?”

How should I answer now?

“Umm, will you believe me if I tell you my story?”

Ahh, whatever. Whether he believes me or not, it’s up to him.

“I don’t know. We are total strangers to each other, but it didn’t seem like you were a bad person. Just tell me.”

Oh, I’m not expecting that would be his reaction.

“You know about isekai, right?”

He nodded. “It’s a fiction genre, right? Why? You wanna say that you were being isekai-ed?” He laughed, then drinking his coffee. Of course, he wouldn’t believe it.

“The truth is, yes. I am not an Alpha. This world is omega verse, right? In my old world, omega verse was called an alternate universe.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

Sigh. How do I start it? Moreover, I’m sure 99.99% he wouldn’t believe it.

“I can’t explain it to you right now, because actually I’m still shocked too. However, I want to ask you one thing.”

Still with his confused expression, he tried his best to answer me. “W-What is it?”

I inhaled and exhaled my breath several times to relax.

“Okay. First, I really don’t know my own self in this world. If you said that I am an Alpha, maybe that it is. Second, I thought maybe I wouldn’t meet people that I know from my real world, so I need someone who can teach me about this world. Third, I don’t have money, or jobs, and neither do house—but strangely, I still have my phone. The point is, I need your help. Because you are the one that saved me, I would definitely pay you back. I promise—no, I swear.”

I moved my body, stood up, then bowed my body in front of him. “Be my friend and teach me, please. At least until I understand enough about this world.”

“E-Eh? Don’t do it! Stand up, please!” He quickly helped me to stand up. “Okay, okay, I believe you. I’ll be your friend, don’t worry.”

I stood up and thanked him several times.

“But don’t you think it’s safer to go to the police?” he asked.

“Would they believe me? I didn’t even believe it myself.”

“Ah … you’re right.”

We fell silent for a while until a question suddenly came to mind.

“Then, why do you believe me?”

He drank his coffee, placed it back on the table, then looked me in the eye. “My mother’s always said to me that, if I can help people, I should help them. Even though they wouldn’t pay me back, or even hurt me, she believes that everything else would replace it with the better one. So, let’s say, I’m not believing you, but I am willing to help you.”

It's the first time in twenty-four years of my life that I’ve met someone this sincere.

Or could I say, I went back to being one-year-old again? Since I died in the previous one.

After that, he started to show me where my room is, and also the other rooms.

“This is your room. Make yourself at home.”

He smiled. It’s my first time seeing his smile.

I’m looking around while he shows me where to what in his house. My eyes fixed on one of the photos on the wall. I touched it without knowing it. Two guys, looked at each other, wore a couple of shirts at the beach. They seemed to love each other. Their smile looked sincere.

“… and this is the kitchen. Feel free to cook here, or if you want to fill the refrigerator, just do it.”

“O-Oh, okay, thanks.” I quickly took my hand back from the photo.

He looked at it, and his expression changed. Why? Did I make something wrong?

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Just ignore it.”

Gulp. I’m indeed curious, but I don’t want him to kick me out of this house. I should change the subject.

“Umm, why did you think that I’m an Alpha?”

“You can’t feel it?”

“How? Is there a way to feel whether you are an Alpha, Beta, or Omega?”

“Umm … no, it’s not like that, but ….” He seems to be thinking. “It’s actually kinda obvious. For example, Alphas are much more muscular and have the biggest body, while Omegas are the opposite. Also, they sure smell. They secrete pheromones, and if Alphas or Omegas haven’t marked yet, they can smell each other pheromones—”

“And Betas couldn’t smell pheromones, right? They are also the one and only ones that don’t secrete pheromones.”

Riku nodded. “You know it, though. Didn’t you need me to teach you?” He laughed and walks into the kitchen to open the refrigerator, then he tossed a bottle of soda to me.

After he gave me a hot coffee, now a cold soda? I couldn’t imagine how bad his lifestyle was.

“So, are you an Omega?”

He’s silent, drank his soda until it’s empty, then tossed it into the trash can. After that, he smiled at me.

“Yep. A recessive one.”

I smell it. I’m sure I smell it. A sweet, soft scent, politely entered my nose. It’s different from perfume—it doesn’t smell like alcohol at all. 

My face suddenly feels so hot. This has always been my habit when I’m blushing, and as if this is not enough, I can feel one more shit coming to me.

My thing got hard.

***

I went to my room after that. I gave him an excuse that I’m so tired of all of this and wanted to rest. It’s true, though. I’m indeed feeling so tired.

I was so tired that I got hard so suddenly.

What the hell was that?

More importantly, how could I really go to isekai?

Wait ….

“Then, if this world is omega verse, what do you want to be?”

“A green Dominant Alpha, of course! I want to be an Alpha and have my own Omega. I’ll protect them, love them, and won't hurt them like other Alphas. I swear I would love them till I die.”

Is it what people mean by “words are prayers”?

“But if this is omega verse, at least I’m not that clueless.”

I stretched my body, grabbed my phone, then laying on the bed.

I checked it. It sure is the exact same phone as mine. However, it’s empty, like a new phone. I can’t find a single contact on this phone.

“Well, I should ask him for his number, though.”

Looking around, this room is as neat as the living room. Even though he lives alone, he’s still managed to be neat. He’s so young and handsome, and also an Omega. Perhaps, the scent that I smelled just now were his pheromones. If it was, I should be more careful then.

“I probably need suppressants since I am an Alpha here. Don’t want to hurt him or other Omegas.”

Wait, why do I even care about it?

For the first time after so long, I can think about anything else rather than my novels or BL. However, I am still confused. Did I really die in my actual world? Why did I transfer to this universe? More importantly … can I survive?

The first and most important thing to do, is to make money.

I still don’t get it. Why do the isekai MCs always have to be so poor in their new life? I mean, I got transferred into a totally new life—though I’m glad I kind of understand its systems—my old self was probably dead in the real world, and like it or not, I have to survive; yet I don’t have a bit of money.

How exactly do you think I could survive without money?