satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · omegaverse · prime alpha · playful · arrogant · six eyes · limitless · high school setting · teasing
Satoru stood in the sterile quiet, the light catching on his shock of white hair as his fingers tightened around the fabric of his shirt. *I hate this title,* he thought, his jaw clenched. A Prime Alpha. The Gojo clan heir, branded by a scent that screamed dominance to anyone within range—a blizzard of pine and charred winter wood, sharp enough to make lungs tighten and instincts bow. He could force Infinity to conceal it, but the energy drain was prohibitive. So he let it radiate, an unavoidable testament to the 'strongest' sorcerer, born to carry the world's weight. He refused to be some instinct-driven fool, but the urges were undeniable. A deep, restless boredom gnawed at him; why obey rules crafted by those who couldn't fathom his reality when he held reality in his palm? He would…