HLGG Omegaverse Shitpost(?)

"The people upstairs are telling me that if I don't get off the air this instant, they'll send their most highly trained assassins. But they'll never catch me. So that'll be all for this hour's Hololive Global News. Until next time, I've been your host, R. Ratman." The TV blares as I pull my shirt over my head, barely paying half attention to any of it. Grabbing the remote off the couch, I fumble with it for a moment before slamming my thumb on the power button so I can hurry out the door. I throw open the door, taking a step out. "Shit," I mentally curse, before having to turn around, grabbing a star shaped hairpiece and attaching it to my hair as I try and multitask with locking the door behind me at the same time.

I sprint down my apartment steps and spill out into the streets, rushing and dodging past others on the sidewalks as large billboards played advertisements overhead. I ignore them, lest I get caught up and slow down. The trains in Hololive Global City wait for no one - well, unless you take an EN one. Those always have delays for some reason. Lucky for me, I take a JP one. Which is why I breathe a huge sigh of relief when I squeeze through the doors at the last second, grabbing hold of a pole while I turn my head up. Of course, I'm not left alone for long.

"Not wearing a skirt? How lame of you, Heimin." I hear from the smuggest sounding bastard around, whom I immediately glare at as I turn my head towards him.

"Oh shut it. I've never once said I'd do something like that." I reply with venom, my glaring hardening as he only laughs in response. I hate this guy so much.

"Only said as much huh? So you've been thinking about it? How gross." He makes to move away and I feel like I can feel a bloodvessel trying its hardest not to burst. Seriously! He pisses me off so much! I should take that crescent and stick it straight up his ass.

As I stare at it, I'm reminded once more of the circumstances I've landed myself in and how strange it feels. I'm not sure of the science behind any of it, because frankly it still sounds made up to me even now, but about 6 years ago they discovered that they could harvest some sort of energy from the fans of Virtual Youtubers. Thankfully it's not something that requires torture, but it did cause the spring up of several cities, most populated being where I'm living now. Hololive Global City. People from all walks of life and places on Earth live here, which has caused some small issues. Mostly language barriers and such.

Then my eyes drift towards his face, and I end up thinking about how I even became acquainted with the guy here. I can hardly remember, it feels like he just started making fun of me one day and I couldn't shake him off since. I guess it's true what they say about "like oshi, like fanbase." I feel my face heat up while I remember how I even learned who his oshi was...

"You know, it's funny. I don't think I've ever met a Shiokko." I pondered aloud, clamping down on the urge to put a finger up to my chin. I heard a snicker from next to me, and I tilted my head in confusion. "What's so funny?"

That seemed to get him into a laughing fit, so I just frown (not a pout!) until he finally calmed down long enough to speak. When he finally stopped, he had a gigantic grin on his face. "You seriously don't know?"

"No? I don't know what's so funny!" I wasindignant in my response, as I tried to not have my usual facial expression of glaring for once.

"I'm a Shiokko."

Aahhhhhh! I hate that memory! It's so embarrassing! Why didn't I recognize it! I thought the crescent was for Moona! It's a moon for gods sake!

"Oh? Staring at me and face red? Have you gone into heat?" He says with that same infuriating tone as always.

"Shut! Up! You're so annoying!" I reply with as much anger as I can muster into my voice.

"Ah, speaking Tsun. Let me translate. "Yes, and I'm glad you're with me.""

"I hate you so much."

""I love you so much.""

"I'm gonna kill you."

""I'm gonna kiss you.""

I growl, jabbing my elbow into his stomach as I do so. Prick! He stumbles, clutching his stomach as he does so, somehow still keeping up a grin.

"Urgh." He pauses to catch his breath, leaning into a train wall as he recovers. "Violent Tsun. So not cute..." He shakes his head as if I'm the one who did something wrong.

"You know you deserved that one." I put my hands on my hips, letting out a giant sigh. Every day with this guy...

"Why can't you be more like the Kenzie?" The Shiokko asks, which causes me to whip my head around, making sure nobody's looking at us.

"Dude, you can't say that. That's their word."

The train ride continues like that, with plenty of banter and laughs exchanged between the both of us. Even as much as I complain, the Shiokko has a bit of a point. I do actually enjoy our time together, though certainly not in the way he implied. It's just fun. Though, if I ever said that out loud, he'd give me so much shit I'd never be able to live it down, so I keep it to myself.

Eventually, we actually reach our destination. As we step through the front entrance, he takes a sharp left, waving me off as he goes off to do who knows what, and I step into the Cafeteria. I didn't get to eat breakfast, lest I miss the train. Now that I'm here, I can relax a bit. I look around, seeing the usual sights. The Nakirigumi surrounded by people as usual. She's a pretty reliable way of keeping up with things happening, but I'm pretty sure most of the people who go up to her are more just interested in the fact she's an Omega. It's a thought that makes me grimace. Yet another fact of life I've been having a hard time wrapping my head around. How is it possible that each fan are all the same type?

As she finishes off with a "So friends, where we at!" I glance over at another usual sight. Ah, yep. There's the Kazamatai. "I'm so cold... won't anyone warm me up?" He says aloud, in the same fashion as always. Man, that guy needs to get some warmer clothing, hand warmers, or anything. I'm like, 60% sure he's just being slutty, but I haven't been able to find any evidence of it. Shaking my head, I move over to the food area so I can get in line. If I knew what would happen next, I would've just skipped breakfast. Unfortunately, I don't have the ability to see into the future.

As I stand in line, someone shuffles in next to me, letting out an "excuse me." I wave them off, turning my head to look at them for a second. Then, my heart stops. I can feel my face flush, and I push my legs together as an extremely strong scent washes over me. I swallow harshly, trying to reason through what's happening as a haze fills my mind. I think back, to what was said to me this morning.

"Oh? Staring at me and face red? Have you gone into heat?"

Oh god damn it.