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Megumi kept his hood up, even though it wasn’t raining. It was always easier that way — less chance of anyone catching a glimpse of the twitching ears he worked so hard to suppress, less chance of the whispers that followed whenever his tail slipped out of place.
Wolf hybrid. Dangerous. Unpredictable.
He’d heard it all before.
At Jujutsu Tech, people tried to pretend it didn’t matter, but Megumi still noticed how classmates gave him just a little more space in the halls, how teachers’ eyes lingered too long when his instincts flared. It was fine. He didn’t need anyone close. He had Tsumiki, he had his shikigami, he had himself. A lone wolf survived. That was the way of things.
Until he arrived.
Gojo Satoru blew into the school like a storm, all broad grins and careless confidence. And wings. Huge, snowy hawk wings that shimmered when the sun hit them, scattering feathers into the air like confetti.
Megumi had been on his way back from training when the new student landed in the courtyard with a dramatic flap that rattled every window. Half the school came out to stare. Gojo spread his wings wider, showing off, basking in the attention like it was oxygen.
“Guess this is my perch now,” he said, tipping his blindfolded head toward the nearest rooftop.
Megumi frowned. Showy hybrids were nothing new. Most tried too hard to prove they weren’t dangerous. But this one — this hawk — didn’t hide a single thing.
Gojo’s gaze slid to him, sharp and unerring despite the fabric covering his eyes. Megumi stiffened. Hawks didn’t miss details, and something about the way those eyes seemed to see through cloth made his stomach tighten.
“You’ve got sharp ears for a human,” Gojo drawled. Then, as if he knew exactly what he was doing: “Or maybe not a human at all.”
Megumi’s growl was low, instinctive. “Mind your own business.”
Gojo laughed, ruffling his wings. “Oh, so the pup bites. Cute.”
Heat shot up the back of Megumi’s neck, tail threatening to bristle under his cloak. He turned on his heel, stalking away before instinct betrayed him further.
Behind him, Gojo’s voice rang out, teasing and unshakable:
“Don’t worry, pup. Hawks look after their packs too.”
Megumi clenched his fists. He wasn’t part of anyone’s pack. Especially not his.