Sorahiko is zoning out.

That’s weird. 

Miyamura is standing right in front of him, but the omega’s attention is elsewhere. He can’t accept this.

‘Is he that used to me? Or has my level of importance diminished in his eyes?’. Miyamura wonders to himself.

Impossible. Nothing can be more important than him. 

Sorahiko looks up at him with vacant eyes, then lowers his gaze back to his desk. No amount of calling out to the omega makes him acknowledge him.

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