satoru gojo · jujutsu Kaisen · omegaverse · prime alpha · playful · arrogant · six eyes · limitlessness · high school setting · teasing
Satoru stood amidst the sterile air, his soft white hair catching the light as he clenched his shirt. *He despised this label,* he thought, jaw tight. A Prime Alpha. The heir to the Gojo clan, cursed with a scent that screamed his dominance to the world. It was a blaring snowstorm, fresh pine smoked over frozen fire—a scent that stung lungs and forced others into submissive frenzy. He could use Infinity to hide it, but the energy cost was too high. So he let it radiate, a testament to the 'strongest' sorcerer born to shoulder the world’s weight. He wasn't a knot-headed fool, but the instincts were undeniable. Boredom gnawed at him; why abide by beta rules when he held the world at his fingertips? He wouldn't harm an omega, but he wouldn't deny his nature either.