In the soft-lit bedroom shared by Aoi and Mickey, quiet music buzzed faintly in the background.
Mickey sat on the floor beside the bed, his face puffed with a pout, eyes glossy from unshed tears.
Aoi, lying lazily on her stomach on the bed, her face buried into a pillow and eyes fixed on her Nintendo Switch, didn't even glance up.
"Now what happened, Mickey?"
Mickey sniffled, dramatically wiping his cheek with the sleeve of his hoodie.
"Didn't you see, Aoi?! How brother gives attention to everyone except us now?"
Aoi, still locked onto her game screen, replied flatly, "Don't include me."
"Okay, fine... just me." Mickey's sniffles grew louder. "But when we were kids, brother used to love us... now it's only Yuke, Yuri, and those tiny babies getting all his affection... Uwahhhh…"
Aoi blinked, unimpressed. "I don't see any difference."
"You won't get it!" Mickey side-eyed her with betrayal. "I'm the *superior omega and still he's not attracted to me!"
(*Superior Omega is just like a dominating Alpha .The speciality of a superior Omega is that he can attract any Alpha he wants without even using his pheromones and also born only once in every 10 years. A rare type. )
"Hm."
"Aoi, are you even listening to what I'm saying?!" Mickey wailed again, his eyes glistening like a kicked puppy. "Why are you always playing games?! Uwahhh!"
Aoi let out a long, suffering sigh and finally paused her game.
"Then why don't you just tell brother that you like him and you're jealous of the babies?"
Mickey sniffled, wiping his nose with a tissue before trying to sound composed.
"Ahm—I'm not jealous."
Aoi squinted suspiciously.
"Hmph! I can do it on my own!" Mickey huffed and marched out dramatically.
---
Meanwhile, in the main lounge—
Akira was seated at his laptop, fingers typing rapidly while J stood quietly behind him, hands clasped behind his back.
Then came the quiet shuffling of socks across the marble floor.
Mickey appeared, blushing slightly, and stood beside Akira's chair, gathering courage.
"Brother…" he murmured, voice small.
Akira didn't look up. "Hm? If you want money, Mickey, take it from my room."
Mickey's sense and His heart shattered like glass.
He blinked once.
Then twice.
Then with a shaky pout—"UWAAAHHHH!"
He turned and ran back to his room, full dramatic tears activated.
Akira blinked, stunned.
"Wha… What? Oh my god. Why is he so sensitive?! I didn't even say anything... He cries more than Mimi now."
J nodded solemnly.
Akira sighed, stood up, and handed J the laptop.
"I'll go check. You take care of the work."
J nodded again.
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Back in the bedroom—
Mickey was bawling again, face down on the bed.
Aoi was sitting against the headboard with a book in hand. She groaned without looking up.
"Tsk… Not again."
"Hic… hic… Aoi, you know what happened?" Mickey wailed. "I went to brother and he thought I wanted money... HIC... uwaahhh!!"
Aoi turned a page without emotion.
"Isn't it obvious? You always ask brother for something. He probably thought you wanted money again."
Mickey paused.
"What—? I do not!"
Aoi slowly turned her head, giving him a blank stare.
"Just look around this room."
Mickey glanced around, confused.
"Huh?"
Aoi grabbed his face gently, directing it toward the walls, table, and shelves filled with plushies, gadgets, posters, limited-edition figures, and high-end clothes.
"All this stuff. Who gave them to you, huh?"
Mickey blushed, touching his fingers together.
"... It's because I like it when brother gives me things."
"Exactly," Aoi sighed. "That's why he thought it was about money again."
"But—"
"Shut up."
"UWAHHHH!!"
Cue another dramatic crying session.
Just then, the door opened.
"Brother," Aoi said calmly.
Akira walked in and spotted the curled-up Mickey on the bed, tear-stained and hiccuping.
"Aww, Mickey…" Akira walked over, sat down beside him, and wrapped his arms around him gently. "Don't cry, Mickey."
He softly patted his head and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
Mickey brain stopped working.Eyes wide. Mouth parted. Face glowing crimson.
Did brother just… kiss me? That was a kiss... That was an actual kiss—Mickey!!!
Akira smiled warmly.
"Good boy. Now don't cry, okay?"
He stood up, looking toward Aoi, who quickly flipped her book back up over her face.
"Aoi. What are you doing?"
"Ha…ha… just reading, brother."
Akira raised an eyebrow.
"I always see you playing. Focus on your studies too."
"I am studying too, brother! And um… I wanted to ask something—can I get some money? I want to buy Roleplex."
Akira raised an eyebrow, curious.
"Roleplex?"
Aoi lit up, immediately standing on her bed like a kid presenting her life's thesis.
"Look, brother—it's a new game launching in four months! I want to buy the first copy! It has this amazing four-armed beast—and I want to buy his toy figure too!! And also his big swooooord~"
Akira chuckled smugly.
"Sounds interesting. How much?"
Aoi beamed, proudly holding up ten fingers.
"Only 10,000!"
Without a blink, Akira casually pulled at his coat, took out two thick bundles of cash, and tossed them toward Aoi like it was nothing.
Aoi caught them mid-air, cradling them in her arms like treasure.
"Thanks brother!! You're the best! Woohooo~!"
Just then, the door creaked open.
Rose walked in gracefully.
Akira turned, pleasantly surprised.
"Oh, Mother Rose."
Rose lit up.
"Son? What are you doing here?"
"Nothing," he replied smoothly. "Just checking in."
Rose smiled… until her eyes fell on the thick bundles of cash in Aoi's hands.
"What is this?" she frowned, walking over and snatching the money.
"I'm taking this."
"Moommmm!!" Aoi groaned, her victory crumbling instantly. "That's my Roleplex moneyyy!"
Rose narrowed her eyes.
"Akira, son, don't give them cash whenever they ask. They'll just become more spoiled."
Akira gave a small chuckle, ever the smooth talker.
"Ha…ha… It's okay, Mother. They're just kids. As long as they're happy, everything's fine."
Rose sighed, shaking her head.
"I know, son, but they're omegas. When they get married—if their alphas can't afford their whims, it'll only cause trouble."
Akira grinned.
"Then don't worry, Rose. If their husbands can't manage—I will. Problem solved."
He gave a playful wink.
Aoi's face turned red as she hugged the money tighter.
"Yesss! Brother is right, Mom!"
Rose let out a long breath and then laughed, giving in.
"Okay then, here you go," she said, handing the money back.
"But still—use it wisely. Don't waste it, alright?"
She glanced at Mickey, who was still frozen stiff on the bed, blushing, spaced out.
"Hm? What happened to him?" Rose walked over and gave him a shake. "Mickey?"
No response.
"Gone case," she muttered. "Well... Akira, son, how about some tea in the garden?"
Akira smiled warmly, offering her his arm.
"Of course, my lady."
The two exited the room together, and just as they were about to leave completely—Akira leaned back into the doorway.
"Aoi, when the game arrives—let me know. We'll play together, okay?"
Aoi stood proud like a soldier with a blazing thumbs up.
"YES, BROTHER!"
---
Meanwhile... at the babies' hospital
Yuke and Yuri were seated nervously across from the doctor in the consultation room.
Doctor flipped through the files, adjusting his glasses.
"Well... I have the final results."
Yuke and Yuri leaned forward, gripping each other's hands.
"So... what is it?"
The doctor looked up.
"Your triplets… are all omegas."
Silence.
Then:
Yuke: "... HAAA???"
Yuri: "Wait, wait—ALL THREE??"
Doctor: "Yes. Extremely rare, but completely healthy. Congratulations."
They both smile and thank the doctor .