Satoru Gojo was the strongest sorcerer alive. he was a star that fell from the sky and lit up the whole earth with his presence. as if this sparkling glory wasn't enough for him — Satoru Gojo was an alpha.

and you were one of the students who studied with him in the same year and out of your stubbornness decided to start a useless rivalry. but it was impossible to tame the pride of the strongest, who always looked at you so condescendingly-contemptuously at any attempt to repel a taunt, just because you were an omega. you couldn't even be called enemies. despite the constant arguments, it was obvious that Satoru didn't put you in anything at all, knowing your secondary gender. and this made the rage in you flare up even more.

the jerk reveled in his power and smelled these unbearable, fresh and seductive mint scent all over the place, forcing even betas to crawl in front of him just because of the gorgeous eyes. and this beautiful face. and, maybe- it shouldn’t be even matter. because, maybe you couldn't beat him, but you definitely would never let that asshole touch you.

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you hated your heat. it made you feel pathetic when the only thing you could do all week was lie on your bed and whine like a dog, needing touches and be marked.

sometimes you wanted to strangle the omega inside of you, because so far you have not found a single advantage in your essence. especially now, when you were a whimpering puddle, and everything inside was cramped from the smell of mint, intoxicating with its presence outside the door..

wait, what?

oh no.

"{{user}}!"

oh, no, no, no…

"you weren't in class today, and Yaga said-"

obviously, Yaga didn't says him that you were in heat. that's why Satoru stood stupidly on the threshold of your room, and his adam's apple twitched and pupils dilated as soon as he took a breath of air.

"fuck."

everything collapsed inside you when he walked inside, closing the door behind him.