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“Ieiri, listen to me!” Gojo exaggeratedly whines while staring at the only girl among them. “I need to make Megumi-chan pay more attention to me!”
“Fushiguro-sensei will ignore you instead if you keep badgering him like that.” Shoko comments without looking at her best friend. Her eyes are still trained on her phone, while her fingers move adeptly to send a reply.
Knowing that he won’t get any reaction (or desired response) from her, the Gojo’s clan heir turns his head expectantly at his other best friend. “Suguru, Ieiri is so mean to me.” He complains, putting out a pout.
“I’m with her.” Geto chuckles as he leans on the back of his hands. “It’s pretty amazing how Fushiguro-sensei still puts up with all of your antics after what, almost three years?” He ponders.
“Of course he will, I’m his future alpha.” Gojo gasps dramatically.
Shoko shakes her head as she finally puts down her phone. “But Suguru has a point. You’ve been chasing after him for three years and you’re not exactly subtle with your feelings or your courting attempts, but Fushiguro-sensei has never really confirmed anything with you, has he?” She points out.
“He’s just shy.” Gojo rolls his eyes, flicking the doubt away. “I went for a bookstore date with him yesterday.”
“So did I.” Shoko smiles teasingly. “Fushiguro-sensei helped me picking up some medical books two weeks ago.”
“Me too. Fushiguro-sensei promises that we’ll buy several children's books for Nanako and Mimiko on our next appointment.” Geto joins in the fun with a grin on his face.
“It’s invalid since Megumi-chan is still counseling you.” The white-haired teenager points his left hand to Geto. “And you, it’s not counted as a date when both of you are omega.” He points his right to Shoko. “ I am the only alpha he took for a bookstore date.” Gojo declares as he points the fingers back to himself.
“As if.” Geto scoffs amusedly. “You must’ve coerced him into it.”
“Or you oh so accidentally meet him on his day off.” Shoko adds, reminiscing the day her best friend would pull such an excuse.
“Both of you know it’s not true this time.” Gojo crankily groans.
Knowing that picking on him further will only upset the alpha, Shoko appeasingly pats Gojo’s arm. “We know, we’re just teasing you. How couldn’t we when you wouldn’t shut up about it over the weekend.”
“How was it though?” Geto probes curiously.
“He’s so adorable.” Gojo sighs as images of the date flashes in his mind, changing his whole mood by one hundred eighty. “He still won’t let me pay for him, but at least he let me carry his bags and hold his hand when we were crossing the road.”
“He’s not a kid.” Geto laughs lightly over the information. Carrying his bag and holding his hand when crossing the road, really? “But congrats for the development, I guess. Let’s hope that there’s no other alpha who’s also pursuing him.”
“Why would Megumi want a low-tier alpha when I’m available ?” The white-haired man scoffs offendedly.
Shoko rolls her eyes over the other’s sky-high confidence. “He’s older than all of us. He’s also a beautiful omega and a powerful sorcerer. Fushiguro-sensei is bound to have some exes and admirers.”
A sliver of annoyance passes him upon having the image of Megumi being hugged and touched by another alpha, but Gojo immediately shakes it away. He knows that Megumi likes him. Despite all the bravado, he can see that the omega is actually happy with his attempt to court him. It's just that the older man seems to have an "adult should straighten things up and do what’s right" thing going on in his head.
Silly Megumi. Why would he deny what’s meant to be?
“Anyway, I heard that we’re going to get a new handler.” Shoko comments idly, changing the topic.
“A new handler?” Gojo raises his eyebrow over the information.
“You scared the last one, Satoru. No one can stand it if they’re constantly glared at by your Six Eyes.” Geto snickers
“Hey, you’re at fault too-”
Their conversation is cut short when the classroom’s door is opened and they automatically turn their head to the entrance door. Gojo’s about to excitedly call for Megumi, when he sees that his beloved sensei doesn’t come alone.
A quite tall man with short, jet-black hair waves his hand as he stands right beside the shorter male. Instead of the usual formal attire that is worn by handlers, he’s wearing a white jacket-like outer while a black sword is strapped around his shoulder.
A glance and it’s clear that he’s a combat sorcerer instead of a mere field-staff.
“I’m sure that you all have heard of him. This is Okkotsu Yuuta. He’ll temporarily accompany you three during missions until the end of this semester.” Megumi gestures with his hand.
“Hello. I’ll be your handler from now on, so please take care of me.” Yuuta nods his head as a charming smile appears on his handsome face.
“A special grade sorcerer will be our handler?” Geto whistles disbelievingly.
“Yep.” Yuuta replies brightly. “Considering the past… situations , Megumi and I agreed that the executives are brewing something suspicious. To prevent any further provocation from them, I’m stationing myself as your handler for the meantime until we can figure it out.”
Shoko raises her hand. “Aren’t you supposed to have your own missions to do as well?”
“No, unless it’s absolutely necessary. Even then, it also means Megumi has to replace my position before I can leave, but I doubt it’ll come to that point. Since Geto-kun is still on probation and Shoko-chan is going to enroll in a medical college, it’s most likely that Gojo-kun will be the only one who is often sent on high-ranking missions.” Yuuta explains patiently.
Gojo lets his best friends grill the older men for information as his own mind is too busy assessing the situation. Okkotsu Yuuta is one of his long-distance relatives. He knows Okkotsu sometimes drops by at the main compound to greet his old man but he has never really conversed with the older alpha.
“-well, yes. But Megumi and I-”
“‘Megumi’?” Gojo speaks out as he narrows his eyes dangerously. “This is the third time you’ve addressed our sensei informally. Are you that well-acquainted with him, Okkotsu?” He asks, completely irked as his eyes are locked with the black-haired alpha’s.
Challenging.
“Gojo!” Megumi scolds.
Yuuta blinks at the sudden question before a wide smile adorns his face. Unexpectedly, he pulls Megumi by his shoulder to his side, before tilting his head and says without any remorse or guilt, “I’m Megumi’s ex, Gojo-kun. That’s how.”
Geto and Shoko can only watch half-amusedly, half-pitifully at their best friend. It’s been a month since Okkotsu became their official handler, which means it’s also been a month since Gojo is constantly in a bad mood.
“He’s an ex for a reason. Chill out, Satoru.” Shoko says. Her eyes inadvertently follow the stabbing movement from Gojo’s fork, pitying the meatballs on his plate. They’re in an Italian restaurant in Shibuya, trying to lighten the white-haired alpha mood with an outing of their own as well as probing him about it. Unlike his usual behavior, Gojo has completely stopped (fake) whining about the older omega and adapting a more serious, scarier persona and frankly it worries them.
“It doesn't mean they can’t get together again.” Gojo hisses distraughtly, before stabbing the meat for the last time, completely annihilating it into soft mushes. “Megumi keeps on having overly friendly talk with him. Whenever we go to or return from a mission, he’s always searching for Okkotsu, even as far as having private conversations with him.”
“He’s your handler.” Geto points out calmly. “Your missions are always the dangerous, high-ranking ones. Didn’t you also positively mention that Fushiguro-sensei likes you?”
“Still.” Gojo grumbles as he sets his plate aside, not in the mood for the food anymore since the sore topic is brought up. “Ever since his arrival, Megumi often declined my invitation to spend some time with me. It’s like ground zero all over again.” He sulkily reveals.
“Can’t you just pull him out with your clan’s power? Isn’t he still within Gojo’s influence sphere so to speak?” Geto raises his eyebrow.
“I can’t. My old man apparently gave his approval and support, that’s why Megumi is so confident that the higher-up won’t dare to do anything about this arrangement.” Gojo scowls. “I have to separate them as soon as possible but the only way to officially get rid of Okkotsu is me rising as the Head.”
“That’s tough.” Shoko chuckles as she flags the waitress, asking for the bill.
“I know. Do you think Megumi will forgive me if I kill him?”
“Satoru.”
“Fine.”
“I can help you incinerate the body.”
“Ieiri.”
“Okay.”
“Thank you.” Megumi says as he takes the iced americano from the tray the black-haired alpha is carrying.
“I bought us some tiramisu too. I remember you said that you liked them.” Yuuta pushes a small plate with said dessert to the omega. The empty tray is set to the side, before he takes a seat across from the younger man.
“Thanks.” Megumi hums, accepting the offered dessert.
“I’m surprised that you like sweets now.” Yuuta comments offhandedly as he stirs his drink. His eyes are never leaving the omega as he watches how Megumi takes a spoonful of the tiramisu, a little bit disbelieving with the development. T
“I’m still not fond of dessert in general, but this establishment’s tiramisu isn’t particularly sweet.” The younger man explains.
Highly curious, Yuuta takes a small bite from his share before he blinks in surprise. “Oh, you’re right. Was it Satoru-kun who introduced you to this place?” He guesses.
“Yeah.” Megumi admits. “He dragged me here after a mission, saying that he wanted to try this new place he stumbled upon, but I found out recently that it’s not an accident that he chose this place.” He exhales softly, remembering how Geto accidentally spilled the truth to him during their last appointment.
“He purposefully searched for a place that catered to your taste.” Yuuta says with a teasing grin, connecting the dots.
“Yeah.” Megumi sighs, rubbing his face. “Anyway, why did you tell him that you were my ex?” He glares at Yuuta, remembering the real reason why he asked the older male out today. He’s been swamped with work, his own missions, digging for information regarding Geto’s case, helping Shoko with the transition of her courses, and making sure nothing is amiss in Gojo’s missions that he can only have a proper non-formal conversation with Yuuta now.
“It’s fun to tease him.” Yuuta admits honestly. “Satoru-kun has always been a quiet and expressionless kid, so it’s kind of funny to see him get all worked up just because I call you by your name.”
“I’m the one who has to pacify his foul mood.” Megumi grumbles. “Did he give you any hard time during the missions?”
“Hmmm… Nothing I can’t handle, but it’s obvious that he’s wary of me. It seems that he sees me as a competitor for your attention.” Yuuta replies as he takes another spoonful of the delicious tiramisu into his mouth.
“It’s because you keep on provoking him.” Megumi scolds. “Just keep him safe, Yuuta. Stop purposefully agitating him. We still have no idea why the higher-ups tried to break Suguru’s mind, they might be targeting Satoru as well.”
Yuuta laughs heartily over the strong reactions from the omega. “You really like him, huh?” He intertwines his fingers and uses it to lean his chin. “I don’t think you’ll be this worked up if it’s me who is in Satoru-kun’s position.”
The alpha yelps in pain when his shin is strongly kicked. “Ow.”
“Serves you right for saying nonsense.” Megumi flatly retorts.
“I don’t understand your reluctance to accept him though. Satoru-kun isn’t subtle with his attraction to you.” Yuuta curiously probes as he rubs his throbbing shin. It’s not exactly a secret within the Gojo’s clan that their sole successor has been chasing after the Zenin’s escaped heir for quite some time now.
“He’s still officially my student, you know. Who knows what will his parents say if they know that their only son is desiring an older omega, his own teacher at that.” Megumi points out as he digs into his dessert.
Yuuta shrugs lightly. “Seen worse, done worse.”
Megumi immediately snaps his head up to his ex with a scandalized look. “Yuuta!”
“I’m just kidding.” The alpha laughs as he puts up his hands, trying to appease the glowering omega in front of him. “But really, you shouldn’t sweat about it. If anything, I feel like Uncle would love it if you become their son in law. During our last meeting with him, it’s obvious that he really liked you so there shouldn’t be any objection from Satoru’s family.” He coaxes gently.
Toji is renowned of his own and when it’s revealed that his only son inherited the highly coveted Ten Shadows technique, Zenin has been trying to absorb them back into the clan. But to no avail, Toji remains unmoving with his hostility with Zenin and Megumi grew up as a Fushiguro. Due to this stance and his excellent bloodline, Megumi has been greatly favored, especially when he’s conveniently born as an omega and ranked as a special grade sorcerer to boot.
However it seems that the black-haired omega is unaware that his hands are highly sought out between the prominent clans, including the Gojo’s. He has heard that Toji is exceptionally protective, but he never thought that Megumi would be kept in the dark like this.
“It’s not that simple.” Megumi shakes his head. “Satoru’s still very young too. What if it’s just a phase? There are a lot of younger omega around-” He takes a sharp breath when Yuuta suddenly moves forward, before a warm hand is gently rubbing the corner of his lips. “Yuuta?” He squeaks hesitantly at the sudden invasion of his personal bubble.
“You have a speck of cream there,” Yuuta shows the white froth on his thumb, before he licks it with a smirk. “Still a messy eater huh, Megumi-chan ?”
Realizing that the other is teasing him, Megumi gives another kick towards the other’s shin. “Yuuta!”
Yuuta just laughs as his eyes surreptitiously glances to his right. From the glass-window beside them, he can see the road outside clearly, but he can’t sense or see his presence anymore. It’s only a split second, but he sensed a flare of a familiar cursed energy before it flickered out once again.
As he engages the younger man in another topic, Yuuta scoffs internally.
So much for being a phase. There’s no way that it’s just a temporary affection if this is how Satoru behaves around Megumi. A young alpha who’s already regarded as a special grade with mastery over his technique and blessed with Six Eyes, who never shows any interest or instinct for the opposite sex prior to meeting Megumi, is now trying to court the omega intensely to the point of stalking him around.
Ah, he should warn Megumi about this, but it seems fun to poke the sleeping dragon. He should let it be for a while, perhaps it can push both of them forward.
“Thank you for today,” Megumi says as he bends a little. “I’ll see you next Monday, Yuuta.”
“Yeah, it’s nice to hang out with you. See you, Megumi.” Yuuta smiles.
Megumi waves as Yuuta rolls up the windows and speeds off from the entrance of the school. The black-haired male stretches his body after the long ride, before he walks to the direction of his dorm.
He’s only halfway through when his phone vibrates with a notification.
“Come to my room.”
Megumi immediately frowns upon reading the short message from Gojo. He’s so used with many emojis and spoiled behavior from the alpha that this curt message feels immensely off. Completely worried, he changes his direction to the student’s dorm.
Despite the distance between the omega staff and the alpha student’s dorm, it doesn’t take long for him to arrive in front of Gojo’s room. He’s about to knock when the door is opened and he’s pulled inside roughly.
“What-” Megumi hitches when the scent of fresh sea breeze and mint immediately assaults his nose at the same time he’s slammed to the wall. When he recovers, there’s barely five centimeters between Gojo’s and his bodies, with the other’s arm basically caging him off.
“Gojo.” Megumi hisses, trying to push the alpha away but it’s just spurring the younger man to crowd him further to the wall.
“You smell heavily like him. What did you do with Okkotsu?” Gojo growls demandingly. His authoritative tone is so alpha-ish that Megumi can’t help but lightly shiver at the dominating presence.
“That’s none of your business, Gojo.” Megumi manages to churns out, as he’s wrestling down his omega instinct to succumb to the obviously furious alpha in front of him.
His alpha is angry his alpha is angry his alpha is angry-
“None of my business?” Gojo murmurs as he takes a little step forward, completely closing the gap between them. The sea breeze scent around him also gets thicker and denser, as if the alpha’s trying to overwhelm him with his pheromones to push submission into him.
Megumi shakily shudders as now he’s forced to take in the alpha’s delicious scent in every breath that he takes. The heat of the fully built body against him is just as distracting, but he keeps his grounds. “Satoru, step back. It’s an order.” He snarls in response.
“No.” Gojo says simply. He lowers his head until they’re eye to eye. “Not when my omega is drenched with another alpha’s scent, especially his ex’s.” He whispers annoyedly before he leans down.
Instinctively, Megumi throws his head to the side and bares his neck, letting the young alpha bury his head on it. “Satoru…” He grits his teeth as he curses under his breath over the instinctive move. A gasp leaves him when a wet appendage licks the column of his neck.
“You’re mine, Megumi.” Gojo claims as his arms are wrapped around his lean body possessively. “I don’t care about your past, but from now on you’re only mine.” He declares while tightening his hold.
“Satoru, you’re still my student. It’s inappropriate, we can’t.” Megumi speaks out as he starts to get dizzy with the onslaught of alpha pheromones.
His alpha's pheromones.
“Who said so?” Gojo throws the question back. “There’s no such thing in the world we live in, Megumi.”
“You’re way too young for me.” Megumi vocalizes his other excuse.
“Isn’t it better?” Gojo chuckles. His breath is tickling the back of his ear as the alpha whispers filthily, “A fresh young alpha, full of energy and vitality to breed you over and over and over again, until you’re pumped full of cum it’s dripping out from your-”
“Satoru!” Megumi hisses strongly. Embarrassment paints his cheek and neck red as the vulgar description is immediately imagined in his mind.
“-sacred hole.” Gojo ends with a naughty grin. “I know you want me too, Megumi. My precious blessing.”
“Stop addressing me informally. I let you get away with it but I will not condone-” His sentence is cut short when his lips are engulfed by the alpha. He immediately seals them tightly, trying to put up his defense because this is not right, not when he’s the older one between them, the adult in this unnamed, forbidden attraction.
However, it’s proven to be futile when a hand is suddenly caressing the seam of his omegan pussy. He jolts out of surprise over the sensation and Gojo uses the momentum to invade his mouth with his tongue. The slip is enough for the alpha to fully wrestle control out of him, pressing the hard planes of his body against his softer - more omegan one as he’s thoroughly ravaged inside his mouth. His body gets limp and pliant as he finally surrenders to the siren call of wanting to be mated by his alpha, letting the white-haired man to completely dominate him properly as he wraps his around Gojo’s shoulder.
Gojo finally lets his mouth go with a final tug on his bottom lip and wastes no time peppering open mouthed kisses around his jaw. He basks in the pheromones Gojo oozes out as the alpha is having a feast on his neck, biting and marking it in earnest. The stings on his neck are both painful and pleasurable in his hazy mind. A groan of approval comes out from the alpha when he scratches the back of the other’s neck in response to a particularly mean bite.
His awareness is fully kicked in again when Gojo starts mouthing around his scent gland, occasionally licking and sucking the sensitive patch of skin.
“Wait, Satoru-”
“I’ve waited long enough. I won’t tolerate seeing you get so close with Okkotsu or any other alpha anymore.” Gojo denies with a deep voice. “I know you want me too, stop denying it.” He roughly says as sparks of his jealousy return tenfold at the reminder.
“Satoru-” Megumi gasps when his young student leaves a particularly harsh bite on his scent gland. Hard enough to remind him that he can be claimed by the alpha at this instant, but not enough to break the skin.
“I want you. Your attention, your care, your body and soul. I want them all just for me and only me. I won’t let another alpha covet you from my grasp. Never.” The white-haired man darkly promises.
When Gojo’s hands suddenly slip underneath his shirt, Megumi makes his decision, knowing that there’s no way he can deny the alpha anymore after this situation. “Graduation.” Megumi gasps out as he holds the other’s wrist from moving further. “Let’s wait until your graduation and you can properly court me.”
“Court you after graduation?” Gojo chuckles demeaningly and Megumi shivers in slight trepidation. “Do you think so lowly over my courting attempts so far? Do you think I was merely playing around? Or are you only pulling me around, Megumi?” He furiously says.
“No, Satoru-”
“I was serious. I am serious. Always have been when it’s about you. Despite the playful persona I put out, I genuinely desire you, giving my best to court you but it seems that you never see them as such.” Gojo grasps Megumi’s chin roughly. “Then should I try to court another omega? So you can see how serious I actually was when I chased after you for the past three years?”
Megumi feels his heart stop for a second upon hearing the other’s statement.
Other omega? There will be another omega that will receive Gojo’s attention?
Unwillingness and anger instantly erupts within his chest. Fully uncontrollable as his omega instinct roars in jealousy. Megumi grasps the other’s shirt, unable to see Gojo in the eyes as the realization sets into his mind. “No. Don’t.” He admits quietly.
It’s quite unfortunate that with his position, he’d never know about the satisfied, victorious smile on the alpha’s face.
“I’m sorry for belittling your effort. I didn’t mean it.” Megumi murmurs regretfully.
“I understand that you’re concerned with some kind of moral obligation, but I don’t care and no one will care.” Gojo states as he reigns in his emotion. “I’m going to take the mantle as the Head as soon as I graduate. By then, I want you to stay beside me, already supporting me as my mate.” He lifts the omega’s hands and puts them on his cheeks, before leaving a seductive kiss on one of the palms. His eyes are gazing through the older man’s jade eyes as he says,
“Won’t you accept me and become my omega bride, Megumi?”
When Fushiguro Megumi appears to teach the class on Monday morning, there's a visible bite wound on the lower part of his neck. While his scent gland is still unmarked, the thick alpha scent that’s layering his whole body makes it apparent who has scented and marked the omega as theirs.
No one raises a fuss. Not even Yaga.
It’s been two weeks since he finally gave in and fell into Gojo’s arms. Ever since then, he’s spent some nights in the younger alpha’s dorm room. Last night was one of those nights and now he’s running late. Gojo has the guts to turn off all of his alarms and let him sleep in when in actuality he has a class to teach this morning.
Now that he thinks about it, his alpha is quite sly. On his second visit, Gojo has gotten rid of his headboard, leaving his mattress on the floor and suddenly there are several thick blankets and numerous plush and huge pillows all around the bed. It triggered his instinct to make a nest for his alpha and now he’s overly attached to the place.
Cursing under his breath as he finally arrives in front of his class room, he opens the door and freezes upon seeing who’s inside his class.
“Dad? What are you doing there?” Megumi dumbfoundedly asks as he closes the door behind him.
“Oi, kid. I’ll be replacing Okkotsu as these brats handlers.” Toji yawns as he sits on the edge of the teacher’s desk.
“What?” He exclaims. Megumi turns his head warily to Gojo, fearing that his alpha will pick a fight with his dad but there’s no such thing. His dad also looks calm - too calm- even though he should’ve been able to smell his scent being mixed with the white-haired alpha's.
He’s not going to lie, he's been dreading the day he finally has to introduce Gojo to his dad. Despite his offhanded - sometimes uncaring attitude, he knows Toji is actually protective of him and he knows both alpha will clash due to their arrogance and ego, but this level of indifference is a little-
Megumi widens his eyes as something clicks in his mind. The heavy injuries Gojo received last week isn’t from a mission, it’s-
“Satoru. Dad. Get out and tell me the truth, now .”
Thirteen days ago
“Satoru.” Megumi calls as he gently strokes the alpha’s head on his chest.
“Hm?” Gojo drowsily responds.
“Stop bothering Yuuta.” Megumi says. “We don’t have anything going on, he’s just my best friend like how you are to Suguru and Ieiri.”
“No way.” Gojo scoffs. “He’s way too close to you.”
“Even if he’s not my best friend, he’s still your handler. As your teacher, I still have to maintain a good relationship with whoever it is.” Megumi reasons. “I know you’ve been bullying every non-omega handler when they get close to me. Cut it off. We don’t have enough handlers as it is, you can’t be choosy.”
“Fine. I’ll think about it.” Gojo huffs as he lifts his body up.
“What?”
“Nothing, I want to touch you again.” Gojo deflects the question as he unbuttons the omega’s shirt.