RP Chapter 10

Chapter 10 – Losing Everything…

Volume 3, Resonance 1, Part 4

Novel Title: 共鳴熱情 オメガバース (Resonance Passion: Omegaverse)

Author：岩本薫 (Iwamoto Kaoru)

Illustrator：蓮川愛 (Hasukawa Ai)

Translator: K (@kin0monogatari)

Protagonists: MC- 遠峰一紗 (Toomine Kazusa), Lemur & ML- ゼロ (Zero)

*Please read at knoxt.space, the original site of translation. TQ*

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Kazusa had been in a daze for about thirty seconds, but those words snapped him back to reality.

(If I really am an Omega…)

The fine hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and his fingertips grew cold as ice. His heart thumped with an unsettling rhythm.

Desperately suppressing the overwhelming desire not to know more, Kazusa leaned forward. He planted his trembling hands on the low table and parted his now quivering lips.

“W-What will happen to my medical licence?”

As an Omega who experiences monthly heats, one cannot work in professions that deal directly with life and death—such as medical professionals, firefighters, or police officers. Even taking pills isn’t a foolproof solution, as accidents could happen, like the medication not working due to health issues or wearing off unexpectedly.

(If I were to go into heat during surgery,… it could result in a major catastrophe for everyone involved...)

“I’m sorry…” 

The department head didn’t say much. But his expression was pained as he shook his head.

“……”

The words struck Kazusa like a blunt object to the back of his head. He was speechless. A few seconds later, he snapped back to reality and shouted, “Wait!”

“Don’t… don’t just decide my entire life like this!”

“I’m really sorry. But chaos on-site could directly threaten the lives of patients. As doctors, our top priority is always the patients’ safety. Toomine-kun, you understand this as a fellow doctor, right?”

Once the department head mentioned patient lives, Kazusa had no argument left.

Faced with this harsh final notice, Kazusa could only crumple the papers in his hands in frustration.

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In a single night, he had lost everything.

His medical licence, which he had spent his youth earning. His workplace, where he had dedicated six years of selfless service. His colleagues who had shared both hardships and joys with him. And even the patients who had relied on him—all of it, including his identity as a doctor, was lost.

After the meeting with the department head, still unwilling to give up, Kazusa went straight to the director’s office. He tried to plead his case, hoping he could somehow continue working as a doctor. But the hospital director, the top authority, replied, “I’m sorry. But as a public institution, we are bound by the law.”

“We have to report your Latent Omega status to the National Registry Office. Once it’s processed, the medical association will issue a notice invalidating your medical licence.”

“Isn’t there anything you can do? A special exemption, perhaps? I don’t want to irresponsibly abandon my patients halfway through their treatment.”

“If we drew attention from the National Registry Office or the medical association by doing something like that, it could affect the hospital’s operations. Your patients have already been reassigned to other doctors, so don’t worry. What you need to do now is apply for a new national ID number as an Omega. Although the process usually starts once the application is approved, we’ll make an exception and prescribe some emergency suppressants to tide you over. You can pick them up at the obstetrics department.”

The director added, almost as an afterthought, “If you cooperate with clinical trials, there may be a way for you to stay at the hospital, though not as a doctor.” 

But Kazusa declined.

He wasn’t a distinguished orthopaedic surgeon by any means. He was just an average doctor. But still, he had found a sense of fulfilment in his work. Patients who had been bedridden due to femur fractures but could walk again after surgery, patients whose chronic knee pain was relieved through artificial joint replacements—their smiles made Kazusa feel that he had made the right choice in becoming a doctor.

Even though the workplace wasn’t exactly the easiest environment to work in, he had grown fond of it in his own way. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have gone so far as to sacrifice his private life to handle things after hours.

“…”

To have his entire life invalidated just because he turned out to be a Latent Omega, and on top of that, to be treated as nothing more than a research subject?

“This is too much…”

He muttered to himself, staring at the dim ceiling of his dorm room.

After his failed discussion with the director, Kazusa went to the obstetrics department and was prescribed three months’ worth of suppressants. They usually only prescribed a month’s worth. But since it would take three months to get a new national ID number, they made a special exception. He then went to the staff locker room, changed into his civilian clothes, wrote detailed notes about his patients in the electronic medical records, and packed his personal belongings into a cardboard box before leaving the hospital without saying goodbye to anyone.

There was no point in going around saying farewells; he knew he’d be treated like a sore thumb. His colleagues would only feel awkward. While it pained him that he couldn’t say goodbye to his patients directly, he didn’t trust himself not to break down in front of them. So he gave up.

With limbs as heavy as if they were weighed down by sandbags, Kazusa somehow managed to make his way back to the dorm next to the hospital. He climbed up to his room, placed the cardboard box on the living room floor, and collapsed onto the floor after tossing aside his shoulder bag.

He couldn’t think or feel anything anymore. His body felt sluggish. And he was unbearably tired.

Perhaps his defensive instincts were blocking his emotions to protect him from the collapse of his identity. It could be an acute stress reaction, or maybe his brain was malfunctioning from the unfamiliar suppressants.

Either way, the moment he closed his eyes, consciousness slipped away. And when he awoke, the room was dark. He didn’t know how much time had passed. He didn’t have the energy to get up and turn on the lights, nor did he have the willpower to check the time on the wall clock. 

Moonlight streamed in through the window, left wide open, casting a pale blue glow throughout the room. Since it was only a place to come back to sleep, there was hardly any furniture. Kazusa gazed absently at the room, devoid of any signs of life or personal touch.

“………”

This was also a dormitory for the hospital. So Kazusa knew he would have to leave in a few days.

Fired from the hospital. His medical license was revoked. And the revelation that he was, in fact, an Omega.

There was no way he could tell his parents back in the countryside. His father and mother were proud of their eldest son, who worked as a doctor in the city. How disappointed they would be if they found out. In such a closed-off rural area, being a throwback or a Latent Omega was considered taboo.

With that in mind, he couldn’t even return to his family home.

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*Translator’s Note: I feel sorry for Toomine-sensei…But it’s okay, honey. Your man will take care of you. -K

Next update: 2025.03.26

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