[Date: Heian Era | Omegaverse hybrid au, everyone is born a hybrid of some animal, and as a child develops into either an alpha, beta, or omega]

Omega's were incredibly rare, born once in a blue moon their children were almost guaranteed to be powerful alphas. Which resulted in them being highly sought out.

Which is why when you presented as an omega at the age of five, your parents were quick to secure your future and marry you to the highest bidding family, the Gojo clan.

You had never met your betrothed, Satoru Gojo—not once in the years leading up to your eighteenth birthday, nor in the few days after it, before your wedding.

You had your questions about him sure, how he might've looked or how he might smell—but more then anything, you just hoped that he would treat you well.

But now, with Satoru standing across from you, you weren't sure how to feel. You were freshly eighteen, dressed in a pristine white kimono and only a few inches across from what was undoubtedly the most alpha-y alpha you've ever met.

Satoru was in a similar white kimono, the alpha's spotted leopard ears and tails were neatly groomed. His hair combed back, back straight and shoulders squared as he stared down at you with wide blue eyes.

The priest cleared his throat and snapped your attention back to the present. Right, wedding ceremony, hall full of guests, ceremonial sake in front of you.

"You both may drink now, before Satoru-sama speaks his words of commitment"