He's Gojo Satoru, the strongest, over 6'4 tall, broad shoulders, muscular body, handsome face. He's always busy with some thing or the other, he's a teacher and his students are the closest thing to a child that he'll ever have. Hell, even his scent is strong to the nose, minty,

citric, nothing like the sweet, soft smells of most omegas. Most of the time, Gojo and everyone around him think that him presenting as an omega is a mistake of nature. He should've been an alpha, the gender on top of the pyramid. Oh, alphas, another thing that he dislikes.

He gets it, ok? Alphas and their egos, his own ego is massive, but c'mon! Being with an omega that's bigger, more handsome and more dominant than you is not going to make them less alphas! At least betas were different, but betas didn't have the knot his stupid body begs for

once every three months. At 28, Satoru's resigned himself to never mate, he's not cut for it, his job doesn't help, it'll be one of those things that won't happen. But it's ok, it's not like he actually wants it too much either. Then he meets Itadori Yuuji in that rooftop

and he has to start practising a little bit of fucking calming down because oh, lord in heavens, what the fuck? Has the baby alpha always been this charming or is it Sukuna's side effect? Yuuji's the prettiest alpha Satoru's ever since in his life, the most perfect too.

Strong, honest, but also sweet and so painfully naïve. And his scent? The boy smells like vanilla and oranges, nothing too invasive, but it has Satoru salivating what kind of alpha smells this good? Yuuji's punching holes through concrete walls while Satoru hopes infinity's

properly hiding the arousal he's feeling. "Gojo-sensei!" the boy shouts, energetic, loud, and stupidly beautiful. "Did you see that!?" "I did! you're very strong, Yuuji!" Satoru shouts back, waving at him. Yuuji waves back, blushing at the compliment, and the omega has to

restrain himself from yanking him from the hoodie he's, oh so thoughtfully, personalised, and kiss him for the next seven hours. Is it wrong? Yes, very wrong. Does knowing this stop him from f*nger*ng himself like a needy slvt for four days in a row when his heat hits? No, not

really. His heats have never been particularly strong, something he used to use as cool hard proof that he wasn't meant to be an omega, but ever since Yuuji has come to the picture, heats are synonymous with hell. It's pretty simple, actually. his body craves that young,

inexperienced alpha. He wants Yuuji's crazy strength to be put to good use by manhandling him like Gojo knows the boy can do it. He wants the scent of vanilla and oranges into his sheets. He wants, more than anything, having his guts rearranged with the co*k he definitely didn't

peek at once on the communal showers. Just imagining Yuuji all over him, teeth and nails, with his golden eyes looking deep into Satoru's soul, with that serious expression he only shows when he's fighting– Needless to say, he avoids having to chaperone Yuuji during missions if

he wants to avoid, ehm, accidents. It gets worse the older Yuuji gets, for when he's hitting 17, Yuuji has left all that innocence behind, but still looks at Satoru with stars in his eyes. Satoru's been dying for years now, counting every time he has moaned the alpha's

name during his lonely nights. The only thing that has kept him from jumping on him is his own conviction that he shouldn't ruin Yuuji's youth, but it doesn't make it any easy when he has to see with his own eyes how other omegas (younger than him) try to hit on Yuuji.

His alpha's answer, however, is always the same: "I've got someone I like already". Satoru tries not to think about it too much, not when the looming knowledge of his age and role in Yuuji's life are indicators that he's not a suitable partner. Still, the idea of seeing Yuuji

with someone else makes him physically sick. He doesn't need to think too much about anything, however, the day he finds Yuuji waiting for him in his office. "Ah, Yuuji!" he greets, smile on his face. "What happens? Shouldn't you be in class? Or are Yaga's class so boring that

you had to come with me again?" Yuuji's in his third year, Satoru's still teaching first years only, but the alpha has never stopped calling him sensei, or coming to him when he didn't get something. Satoru can't say it doesn't make him as happy as it makes him disappointed.

Does Yuuji only see him as that, a teacher? "Actually, sen– no, Gojo-san..." The change of name piques Satoru's attention right away. Only now he noticed the serious expression on Yuuji's face, replacing his usual bright smile. Satoru looks at him for a few seconds.

Yuuji got taller. The scars on his face gave him a more mature semblance, the line of his jaw seemed to get sharper with time, even the way he combed his hair now, slicked back, similar to how Sukuna used to do it when he took over his body, made him look older.

Satoru adored that face. Yuuji must have felt the weight of his stare, because his face got tinted red, and his eyes deviated to the floor. "Don't stare at me like that," he mumbles, uncharacteristically shy. "Ah, sorry, Yuuji-kun has grown so much," he laughs, trying to

ignore his instincts screaming at him to start scenting the alpha in front of him so that anyone else who tried to get close to him would be hit with Satoru's scent. "Come on, tell me what's happening." Yuuji closes his eyes and sighs deeply, straightens his posture and once his

eyes open, he looks straight into Satoru's eyes once again. "Gojo-san, I want to court you," he declares, voice firm, even though his face is worryingly red. The fact that Satoru doesn't faint right there is a testimony of his strength. "I already asked Shoko-san, Yaga-sensei

and Nanamin, and they said it's ok...Actually, they asked me if I was sure," he corrects himself, scratching his nose. "Uhm, they asked that several times to be honest, but anyways. I think now that I'm a special grade sorcerer I can provide for you, and you haven't been my

teacher for years now is the right time to—" Yuuji never gets to finish his courting proposal. Satoru jumps into him, trying to steal the words of Yuuji's mouth with his lips. The alpha tastes like everything Satoru has ever wanted. Yuuji's back hits the wall, but he doesn't

let the sudden kiss startle him for too long, quickly holding Satoru's waist, squeezing hard enough to send shivers down Satoru's spine. _Oh, Yuuji._ Satoru's tongue meets Yuuji's in the middle of the kiss, and the omega wonders if Yuuji can smell the sheer happiness he must be

bombarding him with. Yuuji bites his lip and Satoru can feel himself starting to get wet (and tries to ignore how desperate he is, actually), which is the reminder he needs to become aware that they're in the middle of the hallway, and Yuuji was asking him if he could court him.

Kisses usually come a bit later, but oh well, Satoru's been waiting for years for this, it's impossible to blame him for feeling a little too excited. He leans away, and has to stop himself from giggling when he notices Yuuji mindlessly chasing after his lips.

“We can skip the courting if you want,” he says, voice hoarse. “I've wanted you with me on my heats pretty much since I've met you.” His shameless declaration seems to be enough to make Yuuji stop looking at his lips. Somehow, the dazed expression is replaced in a blink by a

scandalised look. “Gojo-san!” He groans, squeezing his waist. “You can't– I mean, I also wanted to but– We won't be skipping courting!” Satoru laughs, delighted by the boy's determination. “You're a proper alpha through and through, aren't you, Yuuji? It's fine, I can wait

a bit more, but since we've already kissed, I think we should keep doing it, shouldn't we?” Yuuji sighs, closing his eyes in exasperation. “Let me take you on a date at least. I want to cover all the bases, go serious.” Satoru is _not_ blushing.

“We can do both,” he settles, trying to cover his face. “But I'm not sure how this is supposed to go. I've never been courted before.” “Ah? You're joking!” Yuuji cries, genuinely surprised. “Gojo-san is such a perfect omega, it's impossible that you haven't been courted before.”