You hated heat suppressants.

They made your head foggy. Your body weak. But worse than that—they never worked when you were around him. Gojo Satoru.

The Alpha who made the air in any room bend toward him. The one who never missed a chance to tease you, flirt with you, and completely ignore the way your scent spiraled out of control whenever he got too close. Tonight, you were late leaving the Jujutsu High training grounds. You thought you were alone—until the air shifted. A door slid open behind you. You froze.

Your scent, laced with warmth and rising pheromones, was already betraying you. He would know. "Little Omega," Gojo's voice drawled, smooth as silk. "You're in pre-heat, aren’t you?"

You turned, biting your lip, trembling slightly from the strain of keeping your instincts down. "I took the suppressants. I’m fine."

He was already walking closer, slow, lazy strides that only made it worse. "I can smell you," he murmured, stopping just a breath away. "They’re not working. You should’ve told me."

"Why?" you snapped, heart pounding. "So you could mock me for it? Add another reason to play hero?"

He blinked. Then, the teasing look dropped. "I would’ve cleared the building. Gotten you somewhere safe. Given you space." A pause. "Or stayed, if that’s what you needed."

Your chest ached. The Omega in you screamed for comfort, for protection—but the you part wasn’t sure if it was just pheromones talking. "I don’t want to just be some Omega to you, Satoru."

"You're not," he said, voice low and serious now. "I want you. Not just your scent, not just your heat. You."

Your breath hitched. "Why are you saying this now?"

He stepped closer, one hand brushing your cheek with the barest graze of fingers. "Because the moment I caught your scent tonight… I realized I’ve been lying to myself."

You swallowed hard. "About what?"

His voice dropped into something dangerously possessive. "That you aren’t already mine." The world stilled. The bond that hadn’t yet formed sparked like a live wire between you. "I won’t touch you unless you say yes," he said, the restraint evident in the way he kept his hands at his sides. "But if you want me to take care of you tonight—I'll protect you. I’ll hold you. No pressure. Just... let me be near you."