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Whatever it is that Gojo Satoru wants, there is little doubt that said thing will somehow fall right into his hands. Everything in his life has been perfectly placed and delivered on a silver platter.
It’s made him expectant and cocky. He doesn’t ask, he demands.
Despite that fact, there’s one person he can’t seem to win over. At least, not at the moment.
Geto Suguru, a well known name throughout Jujutsu High. While some recognize him and see him as ‘Gojo’s prize’ (even though it made the alpha inside him preen, how dare they reduce his Suguru to a trophy and not a person), others know him for his intimidating reputation.
The omega is feisty, stubbornly independent. Prefers to do things his own way. He doesn’t hesitate to put others in their place. Especially cocky and arrogant alphas. With the sole exception of Gojo Satoru, for reasons only they know.
He’s everything straight out of the alpha’s wet dream.
Now that he thinks about it, the alpha can hardly remember a time that Satoru would ever go for omegas with real backbone. A time before Suguru was introduced to him.
Their first interaction was the beginning of the events that altered the course of his life. For the better, obviously. Suguru made him want to be better, to do anything in order to make his omega happy.
And Satoru finds himself feeling pleased to know that Suguru is willing to let his guard down around him.
Or well, he used to be. Now Satoru can’t tell if the omega has that same soft spot for him.
Not after their huge fight a couple of months or so ago. They went at each other, yelling back and forth. Several insults were thrown at each other from both sides. Sure, Satoru can admit that he said some things that should have never left his lips, but he wasn’t the one to start the fight anyway!
What was he supposed to do, sit back and let Suguru beat the hell out of him with his sharp words? Not put up a fight and defend his pride?
The white haired alpha reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose. Maybe that’s what he should’ve done, he curses internally. Then this whole situation could have been avoided.
Instead, Satoru was forced to watch another alpha’s arm wrap around his omega’s waist. Suguru didn’t even flinch!
And- did he just lean into the bastard’s touch?
That no good pathetic excuse of an alpha doesn’t deserve the right to lay his hands on Suguru.
Though to be fair, the same thing applies to him too.
He isn’t surprised to see a somewhat familiar face in the blonde-haired alpha.
Nanami Kento, was that his name?
Satoru knew him well, having warned Suguru time to time of the man’s shy acts of courtship. There was no way he had been playing nice, doing things out of the kindness of his heart.
The sight before him proved all his suspicions. Damn bastard was biding his time and waiting for Satoru to screw up. He can’t believe he hadn’t fought harder to keep Suguru at his side. What kind of alpha is he, letting another hold his omega?
The only thing stopping Satoru from beating Nanami to a pulp was the fact that Suguru would be upset. He always scolded the white-haired alpha for getting into fights. Even if it was to defend the omega.
He can’t make Suguru hate him. His entire body is buzzing with frustration.
Satoru clenches his fist as his scent turns bitter involuntarily. If he had just given into his instincts and bitten Suguru during his last rut…
He quickly corrects himself with a firm shake of his head.
What the hell was he thinking? If there was one thing he wouldn’t do, it was trap Suguru without his consent. Even if every fiber of his being demanded that he keep him close.
He must have been wearing a murderous expression, because his thoughts are eventually interrupted by a firm jab at his side.
Reluctantly, the alpha tears his gaze away from Suguru’s beautiful face to meet the eyes of his friend Shoko.
The alpha stares him down, unimpressed by his emotional display. If he were in his right mind he would have felt a little embarrassed about it.
”Can you be any more obvious?” She hums in a low voice, her voice holding hints of amusement as she looks over to where Satoru is glaring.
At a distance she can see Suguru beside a yellow-haired alpha. The taller man, Nanami, has his hand gently placed on the omega’s waist. A silent, steady claim.
She turns to face Satoru while forcing him to do the same. Blocking his view of the omega, Shoko is undeterred by his childish murmurs of protest. Being forced to deal with Satoru in this sorry state for more than a month was like a living hell.
She made sure to let Satoru aware of that. Always complaining about his snappy attitude and pathetic sulking.
”Y’know he told you this would happen if you didn’t get your shit together, right?” The dark-haired woman sighs. She speaks in a matter-of-factly fashion.
This seems to only agitate Satoru more because his scent bitters even further. It’s unpleasant, but tolerable for her.
”You think I don’t remember that - god you sure do know how to rub salt on the wound.” Satoru growls out. There’s no real heat behind it, he knows it’s true. Still, it doesn’t make it hurt any less.
”Well the least you could do is pretend to be unaffected by it. Maybe it’ll get Suguru feeling some type of way if he notices you don’t care.” She leans against the metal locker beside her. Lazily, her arms cross over her chest.
Suguru feeling some type of way?
The white-haired alpha seems to be swayed by her words. His scent begins to neutralize itself as he schools his angry demeanor.
Hm, the thought of Suguru feeling upset and hurt if he puts on a nonchalant attitude… it excites him more than he cared to admit.
Maybe he could find a way to test that theory.
And very quickly, an idea pops into his head.
”Whatever you’re thinking of, stop it.” Shoko interrupts him before he can even open his mouth.
The corners of Satoru’s mouth curl upwards in response as he crowds into the woman’s personal space. There’s a newfound spark in his eyes. A look only a blind man could miss.
”Shoko, we’re best friends right? You think you could hook me up with that single omega you mentioned a few days ago?” Satoru asks without even the slightest hint of shame.
There’s a moment of silence as Shoko’s eyes widen a significant amount. The female alpha’s scent changes noticeably as she takes a step back.
”Wha - you mean Utahime? Did you just say that you want to hit up my friend?” Shoko scoffs in disbelief.
”D’aww, Shoko. When you put it like that, it sounds wrong.” Satoru backs off, his teasing personality returning for the first time in a while.
This has Shoko pausing momentarily. She stares at him with a curious quirk of her brow, suspicion written across her features.
”What stupid plan do you have now, Satoru?”
There loud ringing of the school bell forces the two to cut their conversation short.
”I’ll tell you everything later, Shoko. Just hear me out on this, okay?”
…
”So let me get this straight, you want to use Utahime in order to make your ex jealous?” Shoko repeats in a disappointing manner, shaking her head disapprovingly. She rests against the bench she’s sitting on.
Beside her is Utahime, who looks anything but pleased with the Satoru’s idea. She looks like she’s fuming, actually. If they were in a cartoon, the alpha could bet that there was steam coming out of her ears.
How dare the entitled alpha suggest the idea of using her as a pawn in his desperate quest, is what she’s probably thinking.
”I gotta say, Satoru, I wasn’t expecting to hear that come out of you.” Haibara is the next to open his mouth, standing less than a foot away. His voice holds uncertainty and genuine curiosity. But he doesn’t voice his thoughts. He knows better.
”Please, I was just waiting for him to stoop to the next level of low.” Sukuna chimes in with a scoff. The tall, muscular alpha is on the bench next to them. He’d been mostly quiet until now. His expression is nothing short of mocking and filled with amusement.
Satoru sits practically at the center of the group, his elbows propped on his knees. He doesn’t react to their snarky jabs and doubtful words.
It’s only a few minutes later that he lifts his head to meet their watchful gazes.
”You all don’t understand. This plan is the definition of perfection. All I need is a reaction from Suguru to know he feels the same way I do for him.” The white-haired alpha’s cocky attitude has returned. “He won’t be with that guy for long either way.”
There’s a temporary silence as the others exchange glances with one another. They realize in that exact moment that Satoru is being completely serious. He genuinely believes that this absurd scheme of his is going to work.
”Why not just grow some balls and talk to Suguru one on one. Apologize for being a jackass or whatever.” Sukuna questioned with a deadpan expression.
”Suguru avoids me every chance he gets. He won’t want to listen to what I have to say.” Satoru replies quickly. As if he’s thought of every possible scenario before deciding to bet on this scheme of his.
”Alright… even if it has just a slim chance of working, what makes you think Utahime will agree to this?” Shoko nods her head towards the omega at her side. Everyone turns their heads to Utahime.
Said omega is visibly glad to see Shoko coming to her defense. However, she returns to an irritated state at the sight of Satoru’s sly grin.
“That part is easy. Name your price and it’s as good as yours.” Satoru lays back against his seat. He looks as though he’s already secured his plan, his features twisted into an expression of confidence and victory.
That earns a snicker from Sukuna and a quiet chuckle from Haibara.
”Alright, rich boy. I’ll give you a price.”
…
Satoru spent the next few days practicing with Utahime. The alpha rehearsed every move, every word, every gesture that could be interpreted as affectionate in Suguru’s eyes. He trained vigorously, as if this were a national competition that he had to win.
And in many ways, it felt like one. He needed to try his best to get a rise out of his omega.
Because one: he needed Suguru to realize that there’s no one better fitting for him than Satoru. And two: he paid a fortune just to have this temporary omega at his side.
Currently, they were in Satoru’s living room. Unfortunately for him, Utahime’s omega scent was beginning to settle. It was a constant reminder: you aren’t with your omega anymore.
His inner alpha claws at him from within. Angry that he brought another omega into his home that had been once shared with Suguru.
”Don’t think I’m going to develop any feelings for you after this, jerk.” Utahime huffs as Satoru snakes his arm around her waist. It snaps the alpha out of his thoughts.
There’s a look of concentration on his face before he realizes he’s supposed to respond.
”What? Oh - trust me, I’m hoping that won’t be the case.” He replies casually, his tone even. When he’s pleased with their position, Satoru turns his head toward Shoko. Waiting for her approval and feedback.
”This time was better. The movement looks natural from a distance. You two just have to work on your facial expressions.” She pointed out the obvious, but still managed to hold her thumbs up. There’s no emotion on her face. One could almost misread her tone for sarcasm.
It took a while for her to get used to seeing Satoru and Utahime in close proximity. Even she couldn’t help but cringe. She got over it quickly, realizing that if she were to remove Suguru from the picture entirely, the pair actually fit together.
”Hm, that’s good then.” Satoru turns his head toward Utahime. She glances up at him, straining her neck slightly. With every breath Satoru takes, her inhaling the omega’s unfamiliar and mediocre scent.
”Ew. You’ve got an eye booger.” The alpha makes a face as he quickly pulls away from her, “my Suguru could never.”
”You’re dead meat, Gojo.” Utahime seethes, clenching her fists.
…
The following day at school, Satoru makes sure to quickly walk out of his classroom once the bell has rung. He speedwalks, glancing around impatiently.
Somehow he manages to make eye contact with Suguru. His footsteps falter slightly as he maintains eye contact.
The corner of the omega’s purple fox eyes crinkle as he smiles, but Satoru can tell it’s all pleasantries. There’s no true warmth saved for him anymore. It breaks the alpha’s heart.
Despite that, he somehow keeps a neutral expression. There’s an urge to pout and make a pitiful expression in attempts to melt Suguru’s cold composure.
However, he’s reminded of the plan and that is enough to make him freeze. Instead of making a desperate face, Satoru smiles in return.
He forces himself to wear an expression that makes him appear a little giddy. Satoru looks away without clearly seeing Suguru’s reaction to his odd behavior.
Still… the white-haired alpha could’ve sworn that Suguru’s eyes widened within his peripheral vision. Or maybe he’s delusional.
He can only hope that it hurt Suguru even in the slightest.
After short moment of walking, he spots Utahime walking beside Shoko. He signals to her with a silent glance. Utahime bids Shoko goodbye as she walks over, taking the hint.
Once Utahime is within reach, Gojo enthusiastically throws his arm over her shoulder. He makes sure to go the extra mile and pull her close, covering her in his scent. This earns him a few surprised stares from bypassing students.
Utahime is temporarily frozen, her eyes widening as her face begins to turn a soft shade of red. She turns her head to the side. Satoru can see her jaw clench as he pulls her close with a single move.
”You’re embarrassing, behaving like this in public.” The omega grits out. Satoru isn’t completely clueless, because he can see the hints of embarrassment on her face. She isn’t blushing due to the sudden ‘romantic tension’ or what not.
She’s blushing because in her book, she was just humiliated. He remembered her mentioning not being big on PDA. Not like he cares though, as long as he makes sure he doesn’t overstep actual boundaries.
After all, it’s only making this act look even more real. It’s just what he needs. Having Utahime close to him with her face and ears strawberry red.
”Sorry, I couldn’t help it. I wanna make Suguru react sooner.” Satoru whispers in her ear, a genuine smile ghosting his lips. “Tell me, is he still looking?”
Utahime recovers quickly to discreetly glance over in Getou’s direction. She’s slightly surprised when she’s met with an intense, unreadable gaze.
Getou Suguru is staring directly at them. He’s nowhere near his blond-headed boyfriend, Nanami. He’s standing alone, his eyes fixated on the two. The omega from afar says nothing.
”He’s not just looking. He’s staring right at us.” Utahime whispers back in his ear, her warm breath ghosting over his skin.
Satoru stills as his breath catches in his throat. Internally, he’s buzzing with satisfaction. His hands move on instinct, tightening slightly.
”Perfect. Come on, I had Haibara capture his reaction from a distance. I’ve got to see it for myself.” Satoru still has her at his side. Eagerly, he begins to drag Utahime down the hallway with a shockingly sweet laugh that bounces off the walls.
“Surprisingly, your plan seems to be off to a good start.” Shoko begins with a thoughtful nod. Satoru is silent, urging her to continue as Haibara hands him a device.
”When you pulled her close, Suguru looked shocked!” The brown-haired beta spoke with wonder and awe. It seems he was surprised that Satoru’s plan had an effect after all.
Shoko rolled her eyes before continuing. “According to him, Suguru’s body seemed to stiffen up completely. His eyes were wide as bowling balls, or so I’ve heard.”
The white-haired alpha opened the device handed to him by Haibara. He opens up the photo gallery, clicking on a mock slideshow of Suguru from afar. The quality sucked, but Satoru couldn’t find it in himself to complain.
Especially when the evidence was illustrated so clearly. Suguru’s eyes wide, his gaze focused on the sight that had been displayed in front of him.
How he wishes he could’ve heard those thoughts in the omega’s head. Would he hear Suguru’s jealousy, his disgust, or his sadness?
Satoru’s body relaxes as he takes a deep breath in relief. This is good, fantastic even. The results were showing themselves earlier than expected.
He just needed to continue doing this pretend thing until the omega snapped. Or until he gave Satoru permission to re-enter his life permanently. Without any involvement from Nanami.
Satoru will do whatever it takes to get his Suguru back. And away from the arms of that Nanami Kento.
…
Throughout the following two weeks, Satoru made sure to rub his ‘new relationship’ in Suguru’s face. Luckily, the omega was almost always around to witness the most intimate looking moments.
The second time he called it happening was after school had ended. Satoru used to wait for Suguru outside his class so they could walk to the alpha’s house together. Now he was doing the same thing for Utahime.
Why? Well because the female omega’s room was across from Suguru’s. He never noticed that before.
”Uta-himee,” Satoru calls out to his now omega playfully. He makes sure to project his voice. That way he could ensure that he had Suguru’s attention. “How was class, baby?”
”Please, don’t call me that.” Utahime’s face reddens as she glances around at nameless students. She manages to disguise her embarrassment and displeasure as a lighthearted response. The omega can put on a good show, he’ll give her that.
”What, does it make you nervous? D’aww, don’t be shy baby.” Satoru slowly puts his hands on her waist. Just like they’d practiced.
Be slow and gentle. It’ll look as if you’re afraid to hurt her. Hold her like she’s something fragile. Shoko had suggested plainly before continuing to study her premed notes.
There’s a teasing smile plastered to his face as he watches her point a finger towards him and start scolding him for his childish behavior.
The look in Satoru’s eyes softens as he listens to her ramble. He could almost picture that it was Suguru here with him, yelling at him instead. That brings a sense of warmth to his heart.
To outsiders, the alpha’s warm gaze could be easily misinterpreted for a look of genuine love. Nearby students watch the scene with shocked expressions, whispering to each other.
The next thing Satoru knew, he and Utahime were the talk of the school. How could they not be?
After all, Satoru was the school’s pride and joy. It was apparent that majority of people assumed he was still messing around with Suguru.
To see the white-haired alpha being overly friendly with Utahime of all people must have been a shock.
Satoru doesn’t care enough to address the rumors about his ‘newfound relationship’. However, he can only hope that Suguru will hear the rumors and be distraught by it.
He knows it sounds rude, but the alpha couldn’t care less. He won’t pretend otherwise.
…
After another week and a half flies by, Satoru finds himself losing hope. It’s been ages. Suguru should be at his side by now, underneath him, or at least in close proximity.
But each day that passes, the anxiety in Satoru’s heart rises. His inner voice is screaming at him. The alpha that yearns for his omega’s presence attempts to claw its way out in order to take over and immediately search for Suguru.
He wants to hold him close, inhale that sweet scent of his.
What if Nanami is experiencing that right now? Touching on Suguru’s perfect body and getting to hear those soft noises that he adores?
An ugly noise is ripped from Satoru’s throat. It stuns him for a moment. He’s never been like this before, so possessive and territorial.
It’s starting to freak him out. What if Suguru witnesses this side of him? What would he say?
His hope briefly returns the day that Satoru is invited to a party. His alpha friends urge him to bring Utahime. They don’t understand what’s really going on. They don’t understand what’s at stake, what he could get back.
So, Satoru finds himself agreeing. Now he just needs to make sure that Suguru will be there. He has no doubt the omega will show up, but one could never be too sure.
When they were together and attached to the hip, Suguru never expressed any discomfort for the large parties hosted by the popular students. He didn’t care if he knew the hosts well or not. The omega would go to let loose and drink a cup or two.
Then afterwards, he and Satoru would get heated in either one of the guest bathrooms or in a stranger’s bedroom. They could never keep their hands off each other for long.
Satoru would spend hours claiming the omega in his arms, fucking into him with greedy thrusts until he eventually knotted Suguru. And the omega would always beg him to stay. He would plead so sweetly, making it very difficult for the alpha to deny his omega anything.
”I’ve got you, Suguru,” the man would pant in his lover’s ear.
The omega would respond eagerly, moaning and crying his name, “Ah- ‘Toruuu- g-give me more, please please-“
Satoru returns back to reality when he hears someone speaking to him from a distance. Leaning back on his couch, he glances up to meet Utahime’s expectant look.
”Are you even listening, Gojo?” The female omega huffs. When Satoru shakes his head with a laugh, Utahime can’t help but groan.
”You’re supposed to be helping me choose an outfit for the party.” Utahime rests a hand on her hip, turning away from Satoru as she walks towards a mirror. She inspects the dress she’s currently wearing, a dress that’s way too short and could expose more than just skin if she bent over just enough.
God, Suguru would look so good in something like that. When he won his omega back, he’d make sure to buy several dresses for him to try.
”I’m supposed to be helping you - why?” Satoru clears his throat, shaking off his less than innocent thoughts.
”Because, you want to make Geto jealous right? I need to show off a little.” Utahime hums. Satoru takes her words into account, pondering for a moment.
He was sure she just wanted to appeal to other alphas at the party if things end up going well. Not that he cares.
”Right. Well that dress could attract a lot of attention. It’ll be good.” Satoru nods his head in approval, but his teasing attitude shows itself as he chuckles, “don’t tell me you’re thinking of keeping your hair like that. Your hair is a mess, looks like you’re wearing a wig.”
”Shut the hell up. I don’t remember asking you that.” Utahime snarls, refusing to spare him a glance as she turns her body in order to get a better look in the mirror.
”Just trying to help.” Satoru chuckles, closing his eyes.
Can’t wait to see what Suguru decides to show up in.