Shades of Blue (Omegaverse BL)

Right by a wide transparent window in a cozy booth at Dot's Café sat Blue and his best friend, Adam.

Blue, with his hair packed up in a messy bun, was sitting with a laptop in front of him and staring at the blank page displayed on the screen.

Adam was munching on a strudel as he played a game on his phone. His dyed pink hair was all over the place as he hadn't cared to style it in the morning when he left his house.

Adam's light blue eyes were glinting with excitement as he poured his entire focus on the game he was playing. Even though Adam was a Recessive Omega, his charm and beauty were no less than the average Dominant Omega's.

Just as Adam was about to clear the level he was playing, his thumb slipped, and he lost the game. He didn't hold a grudge against the game. He only sighed, turned his phone off, and placed it on the table.

Then he swallowed the strudel inside his mouth and took a gulp of his espresso on the table.

"So, how many words have you written so far?" Adam inquired about Blue's book, leaning forward.

Blue's gaze shifted from his laptop screen to Adam's face, and he shamelessly said, "Zero."

Then he turned his laptop around to show Adam the screen. Once Adam saw that there were truly zero words written, he facepalmed himself and let out a sigh.

"For a guy who was talking big about the book he was currently writing on National TV, don't you feel ashamed for not even having the slightest idea of what you're going to write?" Adam said, shaking his head in disappointment at Blue.

The other party let out an exasperated sigh and took a sip of his black coffee before speaking.

"I do have an idea of what to write. I just need inspiration." Blue said in his defense.

Adam, who had heard Blue repeat this same thing almost a hundred times for the past few months, didn't bother to argue further.

He just nodded his head and sarcastically said, "Sure. Just a little inspiration and you're good to go."

If Blue sensed that Adam was being sarcastic, he didn't think to call him out as he nodded in agreement to Adam's words.

"Yes, you understand me. All my research on Extremely Dominant Alphas have been useless. There's literally almost nothing about them on the Internet. How am I supposed to write about something I don't know?" Blue complained.

"To remedy that, why don't you try writing about something that you do know?" Adam suggested.

The response he got from Blue was in the form of a glare.

"This character has to be an Extremely Dominant Alpha. Making him a regular Dominant Alpha won't work well with the kind of story that I've come up with for his character." Blue's head hit the table as he let out a tired sigh.

"You literally just want to make him an Extremely Dominant Alpha so that his—probably traumatic—backstory can hit twice as hard as a regular Dominant Alpha, don't you?" Adam knew Blue very well.

Blue Kent was what readers like to call a 'Wicked Writer'. He relished in writing soul-wrenching stories that could cause readers extreme pain. Seeing comments filled with pain and sympathy for his characters made Blue very happy.

"Yes…" Blue admitted shamelessly.

As Adam opened his mouth to rebuke Blue's choices, someone's body loomed over the side of their booth. Blue and Adam turned to look at the newcomer.

It was a guy they didn't know. And behind him, a couple feet away, were three other guys. Though they didn't come forward, Blue could tell that they came in with the newcomer standing by their table.

And he could also tell that they were all Alphas. His eyes automatically drew into a hostile glare.

"What do you want?" Blue asked the newcomer with a rude tone.

Surprise flashed in the guy's eyes, not expecting Blue to take such a harsh tone with him before he even said anything.

Adam had already picked up another strudel to munch on as he prepared himself for the drama that was about to take place.

This wouldn't be the first, second, third, tenth, or twentieth time that an Alpha had come up to Blue for a particular reason and would automatically be in for the embarrassment of a lifetime for daring to have the guts to approach Blue, out of all the Omegas in the world.

"I just saw you and recognized that you're the same Omega who went on that talk show to say that Alphas are disgusting. I wanted to get a closer view of you to see if you were all that." The guy said with a sneer on his lips. "Turns out, you're not."

Then he laughed a little and turned to the three guys behind him so that they could back him up. Among the three guys, there was only one of them who had a remarkable face.

And surprisingly, he was the only one who seemed to be in disagreement with the first guy's words as he said, "Bro, we don't have time for this. You shouldn't go looking for trouble in—"

"Relax…" The first guy cut him off. "There will always be time to rate Omegas who think they're hotshots but actually aren't."

Blue finally lifted his head from the table. Then he tilted his head to one side in a curious manner and asked the guy, "With an unmemorable face like yours, you think you're a hotshot worth rating Omegas?"

The guy's eyes almost bulged out from their sockets. Adam, who had been taking a sip of his espresso at that moment, choked lightly on it as he let out an amused snort.

"Of course, I am! I—"

"Aren't you ashamed? As old as you are—judging by the wrinkles on your face—you spend your free time going up to Omegas to see if they're 'all that'?

"And yes, I said I find Alphas disgusting, so what? In particular, I find Alphas like you disgusting. The ones who seem to think that being an Alpha gives them the right to pick on Omegas like it's a normal thing."

After saying all of this, Blue stood up to his feet and came out from the booth. He was not at all tall, standing at a hundred and sixty centimeters height. But he carried an air of elegance that made people find him intimidating.

"Not only are you disgusting, you are also foolish to the core. I want to know; what was your original plan when you walked up to my table to judge my looks?

"You thought you'd say something condescending to me and I'd try to do something attractive to show my appeal to you, or what? How stupid can a person be to actually do the exact thing that makes people view them as foolish?"

Blue didn't give the guy any space to breathe as he kept on coming at him with jabs at his intelligence.

"You must be so foolish to have such a mentality in this day and age. I don't necessarily blame you. I blame the Alpha genes in you. I once read scientific research which said that the genes making up the Alpha traits in a human body are very similar to the genes that carry stupidity traits.

"The genes are so similar that they can be interchangeable. I pity you. And I also pity the rest of you," Blue changed his target to the three Alphas standing behind.

"Since you're all Alphas, you all deserved to be lumped in the same category. You three fools had found it amusing and acceptable when Papa Fool here decided to come up to me and spew trash from his mouth.

"Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. You Alphas are literally the scum of the earth. I find it difficult to breathe just looking at your stupid faces." Blue said, fanning his face.

The guys had had enough. One of the three guys came forward and said to Blue:

"Just because your father is rich and famous doesn't give you the right to talk to us like this. My father is—"

"Look at this dumb daddy's boy. Go call your father up and tell him that an Omega is bullying you." Blue cut the guy off.

The first guy looked like he had something to say, but Blue spoke first.

"You're still here? You want more insults? Don't worry. Have a seat in my booth. I have lots of time. I will tell you just how foolish you are today. Come on, sit down." Blue gestured at his booth with a satirical smile on his face.

The guy's face had turned red with embarrassment and anger at this time.

"You- you're not even worth it! Hmph!"

Since he had nothing better to say, he humphed and stomped out of the café. Two of his Alpha friends followed him in anger. Only one remained.

It was the one who had tried to speak against the first guy's actions earlier. Blue was not at all concerned about his reason to remain.

Blue sat back down on his booth and grabbed his coffee to sip on it a little.

The guy came forward during this and said, "I'm sorry for what that guy did. We didn't mean to—"

"Save it. I'm not interested in whatever damage control you want to accomplish." Blue cut him off.

The guy closed his mouth in an instant. And since Blue was not looking at the guy's face, he did not realize that the ends of the guy's mouth had curled up into a pleased smile.

"Alright then. I'll leave you to your work." The guy said with a delighted tone before leaving. Blue completely ignored him.

Now that the drama was over, Adam finally spoke up.

"That guy just now! Blue! Do you have any idea who that is!?"

"Don't know. Don't care." Blue said with a disinterested tone as he once again continued to stare at the blank page on his laptop's screen.

Seeing that Blue truly didn't care, Adam didn't bother telling Blue that he had just looked over the one and only Sunshine Prince of their University.