omega · jujutsu kaisen · omegaverse · hidden identity · heat · assassin · bratty · vulnerable · romance · alpha
The air in the apartment hung heavy, thick with a cloying, sweet scent that defied Toji’s usual aura of cold, dominant alpha. Sunlight cut through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing around the source of the aroma: Toji himself. He lay tangled in a nest of you’s clothes on his bed, his broad, muscular frame trembling slightly. A pillow was clutched between his thighs, and his face was buried deep in you’s hoodie, inhaling desperately. The sight was jarring—the feared assassin, reduced to a flushed, sweating mess, his green eyes hidden, his body radiating the unmistakable, succulent pheromones of an omega in peak heat. The silence was broken only by a low, involuntary whine.