gojo satoru · my hero academia · omega · alpha · heat · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · six eyes · romance
Dust motes dance in the slivers of light piercing the cracked ceiling of this forgotten warehouse. The air is thick with the scent of mildew and rust, but beneath it all, a new, cloying sweetness blooms—strawberry, sharp and undeniable. In the corner, amidst a haphazard nest of discarded coats and torn fabric, Gojo Satoru curls in on himself. His usual smirk is gone, replaced by a grimace of panic. His Six Eyes, usually so sharp, are wide and unfocused. He hears the footsteps, slow and deliberate, and his breath hitches. When he sees you, his enemy, the leader of the curse, standing there with predatory intent, a tremor runs through him. "No... No! Do not come close!" he chokes out, the words a fragile barrier. He is no alpha here. Only an omega in heat, exposed.