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Yuuji has a stick in his mouth. It's made for alpha pups who teethe, a dense, rubbery thing that gives way under pressure but snaps right back. He’s biting down so hard his jaw aches, the ridges digging into the soft flesh of his palate. The air tastes wrong. He knows it's him, this new scent that's bloomed from his own skin, but it feels foreign.

He's always been a beta. Everyone always said so. He never questioned it, not once. His grandfather smelled like old books and dust, a neutral, comforting beta scent. Yuuji smelled the same, just with a hint of sunshine and clean laundry. Now, he smells like blood. Not fresh, metallic blood from a split lip, but something deeper. A predator's scent. 

The smell of a kill. 

"Seeing him teething like a pup is kind of off putting," Nobara whispers to Megumi nearby. The class room is empty except for them. They don't think he can hear. He can. He hears everything. The shift of fabric on Megumi's chair, the way Nobara's nail polish clicks when she gestures. The hum of the fluorescent lights above is a mosquito in his ear.

Megumi just shrugs, but he's watching Yuuji with those dark, unreadable eyes. He's not scared, but he's not relaxed either. He's assessing. He's a beta too, but he's always been more like an alpha, quiet and steady. He doesn't have to growl to fill a space with authority. Yuuji has to growl. The urge lives in his throat, a constant, vibrating itch.

He wants to rip the chew toy from his own teeth and snarl at them, to tell them to mind their own business. He wants to knock over the desks, to bare his teeth, to show them that he's not some harmless puppy. He hates it. This feeling. This coiling, aggressive energy that has nowhere to go.

Yuuji is not a animal. He's never been an animal. He helps little old ladies with their groceries. He cries at movies. He likes stupid pop music and sweet things. This thing inside him, this alpha thing, it's a stranger wearing his skin.

Then the door slides open and this toxic scent hits him like a physical blow.

It's a complicated smell. Like fresh linen and expensive cologne, but underneath it all, there's something sweet. Something that makes the back of Yuuji's tongue tingle and the hair on his arms stand up. 

Gojo always smells so sweet, probably from all the sweets he eats. It almost tricks his brain into seeing an omega there but he knows his sensei is another alpha like him.

He's just well matured and hides it.

Almost everyone in jujutsu High is a alpha besides a few betas. Omegas didn't have the cursed energy or physical strength to survive this kind of thing. Or so the thinking went.

"Yo," Gojo says, and his voice is smooth and lazy, the way it always is. He saunters in, all long limbs and effortless grace, and the air in the room seems to thin out around him. He's a perfect alpha. Confident, powerful, a little bit arrogant. Everything Yuuji is trying so hard not to be.

Gojo stops by Yuuji's desk, leaning down, his face too close. The sweet scent intensifies, and it's distracting. Yuuji's grip on the chew toy tightens. He can feel a low growl starting in his chest, a territorial warning. He doesn't want Gojo this close. 

This is his space.

But he swallows it down, bites harder on the rubber. He can tell he's filled the thing with alpha venom. It'll have to be thrown out soon before it starts to leak. He has to learn to control that. Control. That's the word everyone keeps throwing at him.

"Still fighting the good fight, Yuuji?" Gojo's breath ghosts over his ear. It's warm and smells like that underlying sweetness, a note of vanilla or honey, something cloying and pleasant all at once. It makes Yuuji's stomach clench. Not in a bad way. Not in a good way. Just... in a way. A way that is new and confusing and wrong. An alpha shouldn't react to another alpha's scent like this.

Yuuji doesn't answer. He just stares straight ahead, at the dusty chalkboard. He can feel Nobara and Megumi's eyes on them. The whole room is holding its breath. He can feel Gojo's power, a lazy, vast thing that fills the space without trying, a pressure against his own newly awakened energy. It's like trying to stand in a hurricane. He wants to lash out, to push back, to snarl and snap and make Gojo leave his space.

But he doesn't. He breathes through his nose, slow and steady, the way he's been taught. He focuses on the taste of rubber in his mouth, the faint bitter notes of his own venom. 

Control. Control.

"Good boy," Gojo says, and his fingers are suddenly in Yuuji's hair, ruffling it. Yuuji doesn't know what to do with that. He can't move. He can barely breathe. The hand in his hair feels good. It feels right. And he hates that. He hates how his body reacts to the touch. The low growl in his chest turns into something else, a softer, more plaintive noise.

That's how he should be. Yuuji wishes he could get rid of this stupid alpha stuff and just be nice and soft. He'd have rather presented as a omega than deal with this.

Omegas were just so caring and loving and not this.

"Sensei," Megumi's voice is sharp, a warning. "Don't."

Gojo laughs, a bright, careless sound. "You worry too much, Megumi-kun. Yuuji's learning. Aren't you, Yuuji-kun?"

Yuuji can't answer. He can't move. His brain feels stuck. Gojo is petting him now, his fingers carding through his hair, and it feels so good, so soothing, that Yuuji's eyes are slipping shut. He's still gripping the chew toy, his teeth aching with the pressure. But the urge to snarl and snap is gone. 

Why does it still feel so nice?

Then, as quickly as he started, Gojo stops, and Yuuji is left with the ghost of his touch, the fading scent of him. The room feels too quiet, too still, and Yuuji realizes that he's been growling. A soft, needy sound. He bites down on the chew toy, cutting off the noise.

"Alright, class!" Gojo says, his voice loud and bright and fake. "Let's get to work!"

***

It's a rough day. They're training, sparring, and Yuuji is a mess. His body is still getting used to the new hormones coursing through him, and he feels clumsy, off-balance, his reflexes dulled. Nobara knocks him on his ass twice, and he lets her, too tired to really push back.

"You're dead, you know," she says, standing over him, her shadow falling across his face. She's panting, a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead. "If this was a real fight."

Yuuji knows this. But he also knows that she's a beta and the thought of really hurting her, even in a practice fight, makes his stomach churn. He didn't used to think like that when he was just a beta. They were equals. Now Yuuji is dangerous.

Now he's an alpha.

He doesn't want to be.

"Come on, Yuuji-kun," Gojo says, clapping his hands together, the sound echoing off the gym walls. "You're better thanthis."

Yuuji pushes himself to his feet, the discarded chew toy by where Gojo is sitting and observing them. The man runs a finger along where Yuuji has been bitting and a small line of venom comes with it. It's a clear fluid that Yuuji knows has a faint red tinge to it, a sign that it's alpha venom.

His brain tells him that he's marked the chew toy as his territory and the other alpha is disrespecting him by touching it. He bites back a growl, Nobara already getting ready for the next round.

"Come at me," she says, and there's a glint in her eye that Yuuji knows too well. She's a fighter, always has been, and she's looking forward to knocking him down again. But this time, Yuuji is ready. This time, when she lunges at him, he sidesteps, quick and graceful. He grabs her arm and twists, using her own momentum to send her stumbling.

She's back on her feet in an instant, a fierce grin on her face. "That's more like it."

They go back and forth like that, trading blows and blocks, neither of them gaining the upper hand. Yuuji's breathing hard now, his muscles burning with the effort. Nobara's not holding back anymore, and neither is he. It feels good, to finally let go, to stop worrying about hurting her.

"Good, good," Gojo says, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees, chin in his hands. He's watching them intently, his eyes bright and sharp behind the black blindfold. Yuuji can feel his gaze, heavy and expectant, and it makes his skin prickle.

He wants to make him proud. He wants to show him that he can control this, that he can be a alpha, a strong one, a good one. He doesn't know why, but the thought of disappointing Gojo makes his chest tight.

Nobara feints to the left, then swings a hard right, aiming for his ribs. Yuuji blocks, catching her fist in his palm. He twists, slamming her down on the mat, his knee on her chest.

"Dead," he pants, grinning down at her.

She huffs, pushing at his leg. "Get off me, you animal."

He rolls to the side, collapsing next to her, their shoulders brushing. They lie there for a moment, breathing hard, the sound of their heartbeats loud in the quiet gym.

"Not bad, not bad," Gojo says, rising from his seat. Yuuji looks up at him, squinting against the light. Like this, he's nothing but a silhouette, a tall, broad-shouldered shape. But Yuuji can still smell him, that sweet, complex scent, layered and intoxicating. He doesn't understand why Gojo affects him like this.

"Yuuji-kun, stay behind. I need to talk to you."

Megumi and Nobara exchange a look. They don't say anything, but Yuuji can tell they're worried. He is, too.

He watches them leave, Megumi's dark head bent close to Nobara's, their voices low and urgent. The door swings shut behind them, and the room feels suddenly smaller, the air thicker. Yuuji pushes himself up on his elbows, looking up at Gojo, who's standing over him, arms crossed.

"Sensei?" Yuuji says, his voice sounding small and uncertain in his own ears.

Gojo tilts his head, considering him for a long moment. Then he holds out a hand, helping him to his feet. His grip is strong and warm, and it lingers, just for a second, before he lets go.

"Yuuji-kun," Gojo says, and there's something in his voice that makes Yuuji's stomach twist. "I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you. Presenting late is difficult enough as it is, but to present as a alpha in this type of environment is another thing. You've handled it admirably. Really, I'm very impressed."

Yuuji's cheeks are hot and he's not sure why. Gojo's praise feels like sunshine on his skin, warming him from the inside out.

"Thank you, sensei," he says, ducking his head, suddenly shy.

"Here," Gojo hands back his teething toy, the one that he has been playing with. Yuuji can see a small indent of the man's fingertip from where he had played with it. "You should probably toss this one soon. It's soaked through."

Yuuji nods, taking the chew toy. "I feel childish using it. I'm not a pup. I should be able to stop biting everything."

"It's a perfectly normal reaction," Gojo assures him. "All alpha pups go through teething. You just have the unfortunate luck of doing it at a later age."

Yuuji snorts, turning the toy over in his hands. "You touched it, you know," he says, and he's not sure why he says it, but the words are out before he can stop them. "The venom... doesn't that gross you out?"

Gojo shrugs, casual, unconcerned. "It's just alpha biology. I have it too you know, but its much thicker than yours. Your pup venom is thin and cute."

The idea of thick venom makes his skin prickle. On one hand his alpha hates being inferior but on the other a part of Yuuji wants to see it up close. See how thick it is, how venomous. 

Yuuji wants to see.

Yuuji wants to touch it.

Yuuji is haven't thoughts that he shouldn't have towards another alpha.

"I'm sorry I growled at you earlier," Yuuji mumbles, looking down at his feet. "I didn't mean to. It's just... I don't know. I feel like I'm going crazy. Everything is so... much."

Gojo's hand is on his shoulder, warm and heavy. "It's alright, Yuuji-kun. I understand~"

And he does, somehow. Yuuji knows that Gojo's been a alpha his whole life. He's always known what it's like to have that power, that aggression, humming under his skin. But somehow, he seems to understand what Yuuji is going through, this tumultuous, messy transition.

"I just..." Yuuji starts, then stops, swallowing hard. "Ugh, this is so embarrassing."

Gojo squeezes his shoulder. "You can tell me anything, Yuuji-kun. I won't judge you. What is it?"

Yuuji takes a deep breath, steeling himself. "I don't want to be a alpha," he says finally, looking up at Gojo. "I don't want to be like those alphas, the ones who think they can just take whatever they want, I don't want to be like that."

Gojo is quiet for a moment, his head tilted, considering. "You won't be," he says, and there's a certainty in his voice that surprises Yuuji. "You're a good person, Yuuji-kun. You have a good heart. That's what matters."

Yuuji wants to believe him. He wants it so badly that it aches in his chest. 

***

"Clothes?" Yuuji asks, staring at the bags Gojo has just handed him. They're from high-end stores, the kind of places that Yuuji has never been able to afford. "Why are you giving me clothes?"

"For your nest?" Gojo says, like it's obvious, like Yuuji's the one being weird here. "Don't most alpha pups nest with their first ruts? I always had a nest as a pup. You'll want to have one, I bet."

Yuuji flushes, embarrassed. He hasn't even thought about nesting, about building a safe space for himself. But now that Gojo's mentioned it, the idea is appealing. He wants somewhere soft and warm and safe to go through his rut, a place where he can be vulnerable without fear.

"Thanks, sensei," he says, and he's surprised by how touched he is by the gesture. He knows that nesting is important to alphas, but he didn't think anyone else would understand, let alone support him in it. "I... I don't really know what I'm doing, though."

Gojo waves a hand, dismissive. "It's easy. Just put things that smell nice to you around your bed. Blankets, pillows, whatever. It's your space. Make it yours."

Yuuji nods, clutching the bags to his chest. "Yeah, okay. Thanks."

"No problem," Gojo says, and there's that smile again, that easy, confident smile that makes Yuuji's stomach flip. "And if you need any help, you know where to find me."

Yuuji is not going to think about that. He's not going to think about Gojo helping him nest, about Gojo's scent in his space, about Gojo's hands on him, strong and steady and sure.

He's not.

He's not.

***

Yuuji's nest is a work in progress. He's still figuring out what he likes, what feels right. The bags from Gojo are a good start, the clothes soft and warm and smelling faintly of the alpha. But there's something missing. Yuuji doesn't know what it is, but he knows it's not enough. He needs more.

So he starts collecting things. A sweater that Megumi left in the classroom. A scarf that Nobara dropped on the training field. The blanket that Fushiguro uses on movie nights. He doesn't ask for permission. He just takes them, one by one, hoarding them in his room. He doesn't know why, but he needs them. He needs their scents, their presence. He needs to know that he's not alone, that he has people who care about him, who he cares about in return. He doesn't even want them to know. They're his treasures, his secrets, hidden away in his nest.

It's wrong, he knows it is. He should give the things back, or at least tell his friends that he's taking them. But he can't. He can't bring himself to do it. And so he keeps collecting, little by little, until his nest is full of their scent. It's comforting, in a way that he can't explain.

He's greedy. He can admit that. He wants more. He wants everything. He wants to drown in their scent, to lose himself in it, to never surface again.

He's lying in his nest, surrounded by his treasures, when the door opens. It's late, and he didn't expect anyone to come by. But the door was unlocked and a unlocked door here means an open invitation for Gojo Satoru. The man is a menace.

Yuuji is only dressed in a soft loose shirt and his boxers and he's mortified at being caught in his nest. It's just Gojo but it's still his territory! Gojo doesn't walk in the room though, seemingly sensing it. 

"Ah, I see someone is nesting~" Gojo says with a little smile, leaning against the door frame. "How are my little gifts treating you, Yuuji-kun?"

Yuuji sits up, pulling a blanket over himself, covering his legs and part of his chest. "They're good. Thank you."

Gojo hums, crossing his arms over his chest. "Can I come in and see it? I'm sure it's lovely."

Yuuji's heart pounds in his chest, and he knows he should say no. His nest is his private space, his sanctuary. He shouldn't be inviting anyone in, least of all another alpha, one that makes his instincts go haywire...But the words that come out of his mouth are, "Yeah, sure. Come on in."

Gojo grins, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. Yuuji watches him approach, his breath catching in his throat. He's wearing a black shirt and grey sweats, causal wear. Like perhaps he had been in bed and then decided to come here.

He's so beautiful, it's unfair. Yuuji can't take his eyes off him.

Gojo crouches down next to him and Yuuji swallows, hard. The way he does with his thighs spread as if he owns the world makes Yuuji's brain melt. 

Is it possible for a alpha to like another alpha?

"It smells nice in here," Gojo says, and Yuuji blushes. He knows it smells nice. It's his nest, after all. But hearing it from Gojo, from another alpha, it's a compliment, one that he's not sure he deserves.

"Thanks," he says, and his voice is a little rough, a little shaky. He clears his throat, trying to get a hold of himself. "I'm still working on it. It's not perfect yet."

Gojo smiles, and there's something soft in it, something that makes Yuuji's heart ache.

"It's perfect," he says, and Yuuji believes him.

They sit in silence for a moment, and it's not uncomfortable, not exactly. But it's charged, electric. Yuuji can feel the air between them, thick and heavy. He's aware of Gojo's every breath, every movement. 

Then Gojo reaches out, and Yuuji tenses. But all Gojo does is brush his fingers over the blanket that Yuuji is holding, a soft, fleeting touch.

"Can I..." Gojo hesitates, and it's not like him. He's usually so confident, so sure of himself. But now, he looks almost nervous. "Can I scent you?"

Yuuji blinks, caught off guard. Scenting is a common thing among family and pack, a way to show affection and solidarity. But he's never had anyone outside of his grandfather ask to scent him. And Gojo, well... Gojo is his teacher, his mentor. He's not pack. He's not family.

But... Yuuji finds that he wants him to be. He wants it so badly that it hurts. He wants them to be closer and closer and-

Yuuji is starting to think...starting to wonder...if maybe he's in love with his sensei and if he is...

"Yeah," he says finally, and his voice is barely more than a whisper. "Yeah, okay."

Gojo smiles and flips his wrist over to show the delicate underside of it. His scent gland, pale and pink, is there for the world to see. Yuuji does the same, offering his wrist to Gojo. Their wrists touch, the scent glands pressing against each other, and Yuuji's breath catches in his throat. 

He hadn't experienced this with someone else before. As a beta he did it with his grandfather when he got sick and needed comfort but this was his first time as a alpha. The combinding of scents felt right but for the first time in weeks Sukuna popped up to nag him.

'You are both alphas, you idiot. You are only setting yourself up for disappointment. You can't be mates.'

'Go away!' Yuuji thought at the curse, angry that Sukuna ruined this moment.

But...Sukuna was right. He knew that. It didn't matter if he wanted Gojo, didn't matter if he loved him. They couldn't be mates. They couldn't be together, not like that. It was just the way things were. He didn't want to think about it...

But if he thought about it more he could figure out ways they could make this work. Yuuji could bottom, maybe...? Gojo would definitely want to top. But the thought of something inside him makes him sick. His alpha is stupid and biting at his brain telling him alphas don't bottom!

His alpha instincts absolutely revolted against the idea of someone taking him.

Yuuji tells his alpha to fuck right off. If he wants to bottom he will! If he wants Gojo to fuck his ass until he's sobbing on his knot then-

"Yuuji?" Gojo says softly, and Yuuji realizes that he's been quiet for too long. He's been lost in his own thoughts, and Gojo is looking at him with concern, those blue eyes seeing too much.

He can't tell him. He can't tell him that he's thinking about how much he wants him, how much he wants this, even though he knows it's impossible. He can't tell him that he's falling in love with him, that he's falling so hard and so fast that he doesn't know what to do.

"It's nothing...I just thought this felt nice." Yuuji says, forcing a smile. "Thank you, sensei."

Gojo doesn't look convinced. His eyes search Yuuji's face, and for a moment, Yuuji is afraid that he's going to see through him. But then Gojo nods, and he lets go of Yuuji's wrist, breaking the contact between them.

"You're welcome," he says. "I'm always here for you, Yuuji-kun. You know that, right? I'm happy to teach you anythingyou need to know. Anything at all. Whether it's about being a alpha, or about life in general. You can come to me."

Yuuji's chest aches. He knows that Gojo means well, but it's not the same. It's not the same as what he wants from him. But he nods anyway, because it's easier than trying to explain, than trying to put into words the things that he can't even begin to understand himself.

"Thanks, sensei," he says, and he tries to mean it. He tries to be grateful for what Gojo is offering, for the friendship and the guidance. He tries to tell himself that it's enough, that it's more than he deserves.

He brings his wrist up to sniff at it.

It smells good. Their scents are blended, a little sweet and a little spicy and a little bitter. Makes him purr inside. It's such a good feeling to be accepted by a more dominate alpha. Gojo had a way of making him feel small yet protected. Not looked down upon but cared for.

And yet...

"Goodnight, Yuuji-kun," Gojo says, and he reaches out, ruffling Yuuji's hair before he leaves. Yuuji watches him go, a lump in his throat.

He knows that he's being stupid. He knows that he's setting himself up for disappointment. But he can't help it.

He's in love with Gojo Satoru. And he doesn't know what to do about it.

***

"You missed breakfast," Yuuji pouts, crossing his arms as he observes Megumi, who is currently lounging on the couch in the common area, a book in his hand. "Even if it's the weekend, you shouldn't miss a meal."

He's been feeling this way lately. Protective, nurturing, a little smothering, even. He knows he's being overbearing, but he can't help it. It's like he's got this new well of emotions that he can't control, and it's spilling over into his interactions with everyone else.

"I wasn't hungry," Megumi says, not looking up from his book. He's not being dismissive, Yuuji knows. He's just focused on what he's reading.

Yuuji used to not care this much...

"I could make you something to eat now," he offers, trying to keep his tone casual. "I was thinking of making some rice balls. You want some?"

Megumi glances up at him, a flicker of surprise on his face. "You don't have to do that."

Yuuji shrugs. "I want to. It's no trouble."

Megumi considers for a moment, then nods. "Okay. Thanks."

Yuuji smiles, pleased. He heads to the kitchen, gathering the ingredients he needs. His alpha instincts are running wild, urging him to take care of his pack, to make sure they're fed and safe.

Wait...pack?

Yuuji has never really thought of the people around him like that before. He's never been the type to put labels on relationships. But now that he's a alpha, it's different. He feels responsible for them, protective of them.

He doesn't know what to make of it, but he knows that it's not a bad thing. It's just another part of who he is now.

As he's cooking, he can feel Megumi watching him from the doorway. It's not a creepy or uncomfortable feeling. It's just... observant. Like Megumi is studying him, trying to figure him out.

"What are you reading?" Yuuji asks, glancing over his shoulder.

"Just a novel," Megumi says. "Nothing special."

Yuuji nods, turning back to his task. "I haven't read a book since I presented. Though I only read manga anyway. Don't have the attention span."

Megumi doesn't respond, and they lapse into silence again.

Once the rice balls are finished, Yuuji plates them and carries them over to the couch. He sits down next to Megumi, who closes his book and sets it aside.

"Here," Yuuji says, holding out the plate. "Eat up."

"Thanks," Megumi says again, taking one of the rice balls and biting into it. Yuuji watches him eat, his expression softening. It's nice, seeing Megumi enjoy something he made. It's a simple pleasure, but it's one that he's learning to appreciate.

They sit in comfortable silence for a while, the only sound the occasional crunch of a rice ball.

"You've changed," Megumi says after a while. It's not an accusation, just an observation.

"Yeah, I have," Yuuji agrees. "A lot of things have changed."

Megumi nods. "It's not a bad thing," he says. "Just different."

Yuuji smiles and nods. It's not bad. He's just not sure how to deal with it. But he'll figure it out. He always does. The two eat in comfortable silence. Yuuji feels at ease, his alpha instincts purring inside of him.

"Thanks for making these," Megumi says, finishing off the last rice ball. "They were really good."

Yuuji grins. "No problem. Glad you liked them."

There's a pause, and then Megumi says, "Hey, Yuuji?" There is a hesitation in Megumi's tone that makes Yuuji pay attention.

"Yeah?"

"You have Gojo-sensei's scent on you." Megumi's voice is quiet but clear in the quiet room. "It's faint, but it's there. And it's fresh."

Yuuji's blood runs cold. He'd completely forgotten about that. He'd washed his wrists, of course, but scenting a more dominant alpha like Gojo is always going to leave a little bit behind. Especially since he hadn't scrubbed hard and he'd been so happy with the combined scent. 

"Yeah we scented each other..." Yuuji says, rubbing the back of his head. "He said he wanted to see how my nest was coming along. It was weird but it was also really...nice. Um, yeah, I'm not really sure what to say."

Megumi is staring at him, his eyes dark and unreadable. Yuuji shifts uncomfortably under his gaze.

"What?" he asks, hating how defensive he sounds.

"Nothing," Megumi says, looking away. "It's just... unexpected. That's all. He doesn't do scent stuff often. He's a very guarded person."

"I'm not sure if I'd call him guarded," Yuuji says, thinking of all the times Gojo has barged into his room uninvited or made inappropriate jokes in class or hugged him closely and.... "More like shameless."

Megumi snorts. "Sure towards you he might seem that way."

They're quiet for a moment, then Yuuji asks, "Do you think it's weird?"

Megumi shrugs. "I don't know," he says honestly. "I guess it depends on the context. Also...you're nesting too? Those things kind of sound more like omega actions than an alphas."

"Oh...really?"

"Yes," Megumi says. There's something in his tone that Yuuji can't quite place, but before he can ask about it, Megumi is getting to his feet.

"I need to get going," he says, picking up his book from the coffee table. "Thanks for the food, Yuuji. I'll see you later."

And then he's gone, leaving Yuuji alone in the common room with a empty plate and a gnawing feeling in his gut that he can't quite name.

***

Yuuji knaws another slicone chew toy, this one thicker, softer. It still has that faint bitter taste, but it's not unpleasant. It's almost comforting, in a way. He's getting used to it.

His teeth hurt, his jaw aches. The chew toy helps, but it's not enough. Especially when he burries his face against one of Gojo's shirts, that sweet scent surrounding him. 

It's like it triggers some part of his brain that screams 'MINE.'

He can't explain it. Can't understand it. Just knows that it's there, and it won't go away.

He get's hard in a way he never did before. As a beta he jerked off once in awhile but it was never a burning need. Now, it's a almost everyday thing. He can't help it. His body is a mess of hormones and instincts.

His fangs dig into the silicone toy, venom leaking out to soak it. It makes a wet squelch as he bites harder, his hips thrusting up into his hand, his fingers coated in precum, his cock hard and aching.

It feels like his cock may have grown larger since his presentation but that was probably just his imagination, right? Though when he thinks of that fact his alpha preens and is proud.

"Fuck," he hisses, his teeth clenching around the chew toy, his fangs piercing the silicone. 

Gojo flashes in his mind. That smile, those eyes, that scent. It's all so overwhelming, so intoxicating. Why does he want to kiss him? Undress him and lick every inch of that stupidly tall body. His belly on fire with a feeling different than just his cock being on fire.

There's a burn inside...

Like he wants to be mounted.

The thought should be repulsive to him but it's not. Instead, it sends a shiver of desire through him, has his cock throbbing in his hand. He wants it. Wants it so badly that he can taste it.

He comes with a groan, his teeth sinking into the silicone, his hand pumping his cock, his cum spilling over his fingers. It's a relief, a release, but it's not enough. Not nearly enough.

He needs more. Wants more. Craves it.

He falls back on the bed, his chest heaving, his body trembling. The chew toy drops from his mouth, rolling across the bed. He's panting, his skin flushed, his cock still hard.

"Sensei," he moans softly, his head turning to press his face into the shirt. He breathes in deeply, letting the scent fill him. It's not enough, will never be enough, but for now, it has to do.

He loves his sensei so damn much that he curses faith for making him a alpha. If only he had stayed a beta. Then they could be in a happy relationship or even if he had become a omega instead!

He wants to spread his legs and get fucked so badly. Have Gojo's big strong hands on him, feel his cock inside him. He wants it more than anything.

It doesn't matter that they're both alphas.

It doesn't matter that it's wrong.

Even if it's impossible...he wants to try.

He slips his fingers beneath his balls down to his ass and finds resistance. He isn't made to take anything. He was made to put his cock in another. But he wants this! His alpha is yelling at him to stop and he ignores it. He wants this. He wants to fuck himself on his fingers and pretend it's Gojo fucking him. He pushes his index finger past the tight muscle and moans.

He's doing it. He's actually doing it.

He's impossibly tight but warm and the feeling makes his head spins. He spends the night exploring his insides with his fingers.

***

"Sensei is soooo tired," Gojo groans, dramatically draping himself over Yuuji's back in a not so rare and casual display of affection. They're on the way back from a mission, a long and grueling one, and everyone is exhausted. Everyone except Gojo, who seems to thrive on chaos and destruction. But he's playing it up, like he always does, milking the moment for all it's worth. "Poor me. My infinity is so hard to maintain. My poor little limbs."

Yuuji tenses up as Gojo's scent washes over him, that sweet, intoxicating scent that makes him want to do things. Bad things.

But he doesn't push him away. He can't. He likes this. He likes the feel of Gojo's body against his, the weight of him, the warmth. It's nice. It's too nice. It's a kind of nice that aches, a kind of nice that hurts.

His alpha instincts go all 'protect and nature' when they see the other alpha so vulnerable like this. He knows it's an act, but a part of him, a small, stupid part of him, wants to believe it. Wants to wrap his arms around Gojo and hold him close, to tell him that he can rest and Yuuji will take care of him.

"Get off, you big baby," Nobara says, rolling her eyes. But there's a fondness in her voice, a warmth that she reserves for her pack, for the people she cares about. She's been more tolerant of Gojo's antics lately, more willing to play along with his games. Yuuji wonders if she's feeling the same urge to protect that he is.

Megumi just grunts, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking a little faster. He's not as comfortable with this kind of physical affection as Nobara and Yuuji are, but he's not protesting, either. He's just letting it happen, accepting it as part of the strange, dysfunctional family they've become.

They're a pack. The thought hits Yuuji with the force of a physical blow. He knows it's true. He can feel it in his bones, in the way he watches out for them, in the way he worries about them, in the way he'd do anything to keep them safe.

Gojo is the center of their pack. He's the one who holds them all together, the one who guides them, the one who they all look up to. And Yuuji wants to be the one who holds him, who takes care of him, who's there for him when he's tired and vulnerable.

Because he's pack.

Because Yuuji loves him.

Oh fuck, he's certainly in love with Satoru fucking Gojo. He's so fucked. Literally and figuratively. It's impossible not to fall for the man. Yuuji has been a goner for months now.

"You can lean on me, sensei," Yuuji says, and his voice is rough, his words a little choked. Gojo's breath catches, his fingers tightening in Yuuji's hair for a moment. But then he relaxes, and he pulls away, his fingers trailing down Yuuji's back in a slow, teasing caress.

"Aweeee. That's so nice, Yuuji. You're such a big strong alpha these days. You'd make a omega really happy." Gojo ruffles Yuuji's hair playfully, the back of his hand brushing against the sensitive scent glands on his neck. Yuuji leans into it, his heart fluttering wildly in his chest. "Good boy."

Yuuji wants to purr. A deep rumble vibrates inside his chest. Fuck his instincts. The desire to impress and preen for an alpha stronger than him. He loved the praise, loved the grooming...but he also loved something else. He wants that hand to touch him more. To touch his sensitive bonding gland-

"Your neck looks so nomable, Yuuji-kun~ Sensei wants to take a bite of it." Gojo says, dragging a nail against the smooth skin of his bonding gland.

Yuuji shivers, a bolt of heat shooting through him. Gojo's so touchy feely, a tactile sort of man that demanded to be seen and heard. He knew it was probably nothing, just another way for Gojo to get a rise out of him. But the words send his mind spinning.

Yuuji wants that.

He wants to become HIS.

He wishes so fucking much that he could have been an omega instead. An omega that could take Gojo's cock, an omega that could have his babies and be his. But he can't. He's a alpha, just like Gojo, and they can't be mates.

But he still wants him. Wants him with a hunger that scares him, that consumes him. He knows he can't have him. Not really. But he wants to pretend.

"I bet you'd look so pretty with my teeth in your neck," Gojo continues, and his voice is low, husky, dripping with desire. Yuuji can feel the heat of his breath on his skin, can feel the way his own body is responding, his cock hardening, his blood racing.

"Sensei," he gasps, and he doesn't know what he's asking for. He doesn't know anything. All he knows is that he wants more, that he needs more, that he'll die if he doesn't get it.

Gojo's hands slide down his sides, gripping his hips, pulling him close until their bodies are flush against each other.

"You better run," Gojo teased. "Who knows what a big mean sensei might do. I feel like hunting today. You're my prey."

The thought of Gojo chasing him, pinning him down, biting him, makes Yuuji's breath hitch and his cock harden. Fuck, he's not sure he can handle this. His feelings are already too much, too intense.

Fuck.

As an alpha he shouldn't want that. Maybe all his years as a beta made him some sort of sexual deviant. Enjoying ideas that some alphas would absolutely loath. Gojo could feel it. Feel how tense and wired the teenager is beneath him. A smile grows on his face, something a touch feral.

"We don't have time to screw around. Gojo-sensei should set a better example." Megumi says and they could practically feel the roll of his eyes. "What would Yaga say if I told him."

Yuuji snorts at the mental image. 

"Leave me alone, Megumi~" Gojo pouts, wrapping his arms around Yuuji's shoulders and pulling him back against his chest even further, making something hard dig into Yuuji's back. "Can't your senpai have a little fun?"

No.

Nobara just rolled her eyes, ignoring the shenanigans of the two alphas, she's used to them, really. Megumi's expression is sour. Gojo and Yuuji always had their own flow. An undercurrent that pushed and pulled.

"Don't eat me," Yuuji pretends to pout. "I don't taste good."

Gojo sniffs the top of Yuuji's head and hums to himself. "I think you would."

Gojo pouts. He knows he's being annoying but it's his default setting. Yuuji finds it charming. Gojo reaches towards his face and Yuuji lets him because a part of him wants to know what those finger's would feel like on him. Maybe in his mouth. Or brushing his fangs. Or his tongue, Petting the sensitive thing.

He doesn't but they're a breath apart and Yuuji can hear his heart and wants that heart to beat for him and-

Is this some kind of confession? Do teacher and student usually get so close? Or is Yuuji misinterpreting this. He must be.

"You could at least get us dinner first," Nobara teases, her lips quirking up in a smirk. "Buy us a meal before you eat us, Gojo-sensei." 

"I don't want to eat all of you! Only Yuuji~" Gojo whines and Yuuji feels sick and proud at the same time. Why him and not the others? Is he special? He knows it's stupid. Gojo treats him like the others. In that very vague sorta way. But there was still a distance, wasn't there?

He wants to cross that distance so desperately.

His body feels hot, too tight, like he's about to burst out of his skin. His alpha preening and purring inside at the special attention. Yuuji fights his baser instincts, desperately. It feels like there's a war inside him, and he doesn't know which side will win. "Um..."

"Stop teasing him, you pervert," Megumi growls. "You're not that funny, you know."

He's the one that breaks the spell between them. Gojo throws his head back in a laugh and lets go of Yuuji completely, the moment over. It's stupid how cold and empty and devastated he feels in this instant. It feels as if everything is ending, a fantasy he had crumbling around him.

"Oh Megumi," Gojo walks over to Megumi to bother him now, leaving Yuuji to stand there, shaking, his whole world collapsing. "You're no fun at all~"

"Fun isn't the job," Megumi counters, looking a bit embarrassed at how much attention Gojo was putting on him now. Like that's what he wanted in the first place.

"The job is over! Now we go eat!" And then Gojo drapes himself over Megumi like he had done to Yuuji and it makes his hair stick up on his body.

It's wrong.

He growls. And the sound shocks everyone as Yuuji glares at them both. His alpha snarling that Gojo was his to fuss over. Megumi and Nobara shared shocked and uncomfortable looks.

"Yuuji?" Gojo asks softly, backing off. Yuuji just stands there, his whole body shaking, his fists clenched.

"Sorry...I just." he clears his throat. "Sorry."

"It's okay, Yuuji-kun." Gojo moves forward, hand reaching out to comfort Yuuji, petting his head. "Sorry I'm being too overbearing."

And his alpha melts.

Dinner is a tense affair.

***

"Yuuuuuuji~" Gojo whines, throwing himself onto the couch next to Yuuji, half on Yuuji, sprawling out like a cat. He's been extra touchy all day, his hands always finding their way to Yuuji's arm, his shoulder, the small of his back. It's driving Yuuji crazy, in the best and worst possible way.

"Sensei, you're heavy," Yuuji grumbles, but he doesn't push him away. He likes the weight of him, the warmth. He likes the way Gojo's scent fills his senses, the way it makes him feel safe and protected and, well, horny.

"I'm tired," Gojo says, nuzzling into Yuuji's neck. His breath is warm against Yuuji's skin, and Yuuji can feel a shiver run down his spine. "Carry me to bed, Yuuji-kun~"

Yuuji's brain short-circuits. Bed. With Gojo. The thought is enough to make him blush, a deep, mortifying red that he knows Gojo can see if he looked.

"Um," Yuuji says, and his voice comes out strangled, high-pitched. "I don't think that's a good idea."

Gojo pouts, and it's a devastating sight. His bottom lip juts out, and his eyes are wide and pleading. "Why not? I'm tired. You're a strong alpha. Carry me."

Yuuji's alpha instincts flare at that, the thought of taking care of Gojo making something warm and fuzzy settle in his chest. But he's not... he's not doing that. He can't. It's a recipe for disaster.

"Um, because..." Yuuji flounders, searching for a reason, any reason, other than the fact that he's half-hard in his pants and the thought of carrying Gojo to bed, of being in a bed with him, is enough to make his ass feel like it's empty.

A feeling a alpha should never have.

"Because why?" Gojo presses, his fingers dancing along Yuuji's arm, his touch feather-light and electrifying.

"Because... you're too tall," Yuuji says, latching onto the first excuse he can think of. It's a weak excuse, and he knows it. Gojo is taller, sure, but Yuuji's an alpha. He's got the muscles to carry someone Gojo's size. And Gojo's not exactly heavy. He's all long limbs and lean muscle.

"Too tall?" Gojo repeats, a grin spreading across his face. "Is that the best you can come up with, Yuuji-kun?"

Fuck. Yuuji's cheeks are on fire, and he knows Gojo can see it, can smell the embarrassment on him. He's sure his face is red and his scent is a mix of arousal and mortification. He can feel Gojo's fingers on his arm, tracing circles, and he knows he's in trouble.

"I've been thinking," Gojo says, his voice low and teasing, "about that night. You know, the one where we scented each other. It was fun, wasn't it?"

Yuuji's heart stutters in his chest. He remembers it too, the feel of Gojo's wrist against his, the scent of him all over him. It was intoxicating, and it had been all he could think about for days afterward. But it was a bad idea. A terrible idea. They were both alphas. They couldn't...

"Y-yeah," Yuuji stammers, not sure what else to say. "It was... um... yeah."

Gojo's grin widens, his fangs seem longer than usual. "Sensei thinks it's a shame you presented as a alpha...our scents mix so beautifully and you're so damn kind and soft and- Yuuji~" Gojo whines dramatically, clinging to Yuuji. "I'm sad you're a alpha too."

That makes Yuuji blush even harder. Because he's also sad about it! He wishes he had become a omega instead. So he could be with his sensei, maybe have his babies. A domestic life where he could pamper him and be his mate.

Gojo pulls away, just a little, so that they're looking at each other, and Yuuji's breath catches in his throat at the sight of him. He's beautiful, his hair a mess, his lips pink and swollen from biting them. And his eyes, fuck, his eyes. They're piercing, staring straight through him.

"Sensei," Yuuji starts, not even sure what he's going to say. But Gojo cuts him off.

"I want us to date." Gojo says, and Yuuji's world tilts on its axis. "I've wanted this for a while now. I've liked you for a long time, Yuuji. And I know it's... it's not exactly normal. But I don't care. I want you, Yuuji. I want to be with you. I want to show you off to the world."

Yuuji can't breathe, can't think. This is everything he's ever wanted, everything he's ever dreamed of. Gojo likes him back. Wants him. Wants to be his mate.

"I... I want that too," Yuuji says, and he means it, with every fiber of his being. He's never been more certain of anything in his life. "I want to be with you, sensei. I want to be yours but I'm a alpha too and-"

Gojo cuts him off again, his lips crashing against Yuuji's in a searing kiss. Yuuji freezes for a moment, his mind struggling to catch up with what's happening. But then he's kissing back, his arms wrapping around Gojo's waist, pulling him closer. Gojo's mouth is hot and demanding, his tongue licking into Yuuji's mouth, claiming him.

Yuuji whines, his cock hardening in his pants. He's so turned on, he feels like he's going to explode. He wants Gojo, wants him so badly that it hurts.

"Sensei," Yuuji gasps, breaking the kiss. "We can't... we're both..."

"Shh, I know," Gojo says, his hand sliding up to cup Yuuji's cheek. "We'll figure it out, Yuuji-kun. We can be mates in our own way. I want you. I love you. You're the best thing that ever happened to me and I won't give you up. No matter what anyone says or thinks."

Yuuji's heart soars. Gojo loves him. Gojo wants him. It's everything he's ever wanted and more.

"Okay," Yuuji whispers, pressing his forehead against Gojo's. "Okay. Let's do it. Let's be mates."

"I also...know of a way... to turn a alpha into a omega..." Gojo says between kisses as if he didn't drop a bomb on Yuuji.

"What?"

"Bitching~" Gojo coos and then that sweet, sweet scent is pouring out of Gojo. Yuuji's alpha is screaming in his head, urging him to run. It's dangerous. The way he's using his scent. "If we fuck for hours, knot and all. Your alpha will eventually give in and your body will change to adapt to mine. If my cum is inside you enough...your body will be convinced it needs to be a omega. A womb will start to grow inside you. Your fangs will shrink. You'll go into heat. And most importantly, you'll be mine."

The scent is overpowering, making it hard to breathe, to think. But Yuuji doesn't want to think. Doesn't want to do anything but give in to Gojo, to his mate. "Do it."

Yuuji doesn't even realize he's being carried until Gojo drops him on a bed. Teleportation leaves him dizzy as he bounces. Yuuji's brain feels like it's short-circuiting, his thoughts a jumbled mess.

Gojo's hands are everywhere, stripping off their clothes, exploring every inch of skin he can reach, and Yuuji can do nothing but cling to him, his hands grasping at Gojo's shoulders, his hips bucking up in desperation.

"Yes," Yuuji moans, his voice a broken sob. "Please, please, please."

"Shhhh," Gojo murmurs in his ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "I've got you. I'll take care of you."

Gojo's hand slides between them, wrapping around Yuuji's cock, and Yuuji nearly cries at the contact. His entire body is on fire, his blood boiling, his skin too tight.

He's not sure how they end up naked on his bed. But he knows that he's dying for it, desperate and wanting. He's never wanted anything more than he wants this.

"Sensei," Yuuji whimpers, his fingers digging into Gojo's shoulders, his body arching up into Gojo's touch. "Please, I need you. I need you inside me."

Yuuji is aware this is a very omega thing to say. But the words are true and he wants this. His body wants this. He wants to be Gojo's omega. To be a omega and carry his babies and have his cock inside him forever and-

"Patience," Gojo says, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down Yuuji's spine. "We have to get you ready first. I don't want to hurt you."

Yuuji knows he's talking about the prep for anal. His ass has only been touched by his own fingers. He's never had anyone else touch him there, let alone a cock. But he trusts Gojo. Trusts him to take care of him, to make sure he's ready before they take the final step.

Gojo's fingers are slick and cool against Yuuji's hole, and Yuuji tenses at the first touch. It's strange, the feeling of someone else's fingers there, but Gojo is patient, taking his time, coaxing Yuuji's body to relax.

"Good boy," Gojo murmurs in his ear. Lube dripping down his hole from Gojo's fingers. "You're doing so good, Yuuji-kun. Just relax. I'll make you feel good, I promise."

Yuuji nods, his breath hitching in his throat. Gojo's finger slips inside, just to the first knuckle, and Yuuji's body tenses again, the sensation foreign and overwhelming. But Gojo is gentle, his finger moving slowly, in and out, stretching him little by little.

Yuuji snaps at him a little, his alpha growling, but he can't help it when his hole flutters and tries to suck it in. He moans. He likes it. He's so needy. He wants to be bred. He wants his alpha to fuck him until he cries.

"So good for me," Gojo croons, his free hand stroking Yuuji's cock, his touch feather-light. "You're so tight, Yuuji-kun. But you'll be able to take my cock, won't you? You'll be such a good omega for me."

He feels full already. He's too tight. He can't do this. He can't do this. He can't- oh fuck, yes he can. He needs to. He wants this. He's going to be Gojo's omega. "Yes, yes. Make me yours."

Gojo's finger slides deeper, and Yuuji can feel the stretch, the burn. It hurts, but in a way that's so, so good. 

"Your ass will become a pussy for me, won't it?" Gojo says and Yuuji feels his hole throb. "You want it to be. Think about it, imagine it. This little hole will become a wet, tight pussy for me. It will suck my cock in and milk me dry. It'll get so loose and needy, always hungry for me-”

"Yes," Yuuji imagines it as Gojo spreads him on his fingers. The thigh sting becoming less and less. He wonders if his hole will look pretty when he becomes a omega. If it will be soft and wet and- "Yes. Yes. I want it. I want it. I want to be a good omega for you~"

Gojo's finger is moving faster now, stretching him open, preparing him to take his cock. Yuuji is panting, his chest heaving, his hands clutching at the sheets. He can feel his cock leaking, a puddle of pre-cum forming on his belly.

Gojo leans down and licks at his nibbles, eats him up while adding another finger. "It might hurt at first, but you'll get used to it. Your body will remember the feeling of my cock, the shape of it, the taste of it. You'll crave it, dream of it. You'll beg me to fuck you everyday from now on and I will every time you ask."

Time blurs. He can't tell how long Gojo spends fingering him, opening him up, making him ready. But by the time Gojo pulls his fingers out, Yuuji is a mess, a quivering, panting mess, his body on fire and he's came at least once. Or twice. Or maybe not at all.

He's not sure.

"Please," Yuuji begs, his voice a broken sob. "Please, I can't take it anymore. I need you. I need your cock. Please, sensei."

Gojo's eyes are dark with lust, and Yuuji can feel his cock, hard and thick, against his thigh. Gojo's own body is trembling with need, and Yuuji knows he's close to the edge too.

"Fuck," Gojo breathes, his voice strained. "Fuck, Yuuji. You're so beautiful like this. I can't believe you're mine. I can't believe I get to have you like this."

"Yours," Yuuji agrees, wrapping his legs around Gojo's hips, pulling him closer. "Yours, Satoru. Always. Please, just fuck me. Breed me. Bitch me like you promised. Make me your omega."

Gojo groans, his hips jerking forward, the tip of his cock brushing against Yuuji's hole. Yuuji's body is so ready for it, so eager, that it's almost embarrassing. But he doesn't care. All he cares about is getting Gojo inside him.

"Omega," Gojo breaths, lining up. He leans down and kisses Yuuji, hard and deep, as he starts to push in. Yuuji's mouth opens under his, a moan escaping him. He can feel the stretch, the burn, as Gojo's cock breaches him. It's a pain, a sharp, burning pain, and he's sure that Gojo is tearing him open. But then Gojo's cock brushes against something inside him, something that sends sparks of pleasure racing up his spine. 

And he's lost.

That alpha voice in his head is screaming at him but Yuuji ignores it. He loves the stretch, the burn, the pain and the pleasure, the way Gojo's cock fills him so completely, the way Gojo's body covers his, pinning him to the mattress. He loves the way Gojo's scent surrounds him, the way Gojo's hands hold him down, the way Gojo's voice is a low, constant murmur in his ear.

"Good omega," Gojo growls, his hips thrusting forward, burying himself deeper in Yuuji's ass. "Taking my cock so well. Your ass was built for this, Yuuji-kun. I can feel it getting wetter and wetter, sucking me in, begging for my knot."

Yuuji's cock is trapped between their bodies, hard and aching, and he knows he's not going to last long. He's so close, so fucking close, and Gojo's cock is hitting that spot inside him with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure through him.

Yuuji digs his nails into Gojo's back as that knot begins to form and he feels it catch his rim. It makes him hungry. He's so hungry to have that knot pop in and out of his hole. He wants to be filled and bred and fucked. "Breed me," Yuuji demands, his voice a harsh growl, fangs bared. "I need your knot."

Gojo's eyes flash, and he slams into Yuuji, his knot popping past Yuuji's rim and swelling, locking them together. Yuuji cries out, his body arching up, his cock spurting cum between them. Gojo's hips stutter, and then he's coming too, his knot throbbing inside Yuuji, filling him with his cum.

Gojo doesn't just stop there though. He pumps Yuuji full of cum again and again. It feels like it's endless and Yuuji is drowning in the sensations. He's so full, so full that he's belly looks like it's grown and his alpha finally calming and turning to a purr at the thought that his belly is full of cum and will be for days. 

It's a blur. A blur of fucking and knotting, of Yuuji begging for more, of Gojo's voice in his ear, telling him how beautiful he is, how much he loves him, how he'll never let him go. It's a blur of Yuuji coming, over and over again, his cock spurting cum onto his belly, his chest, his face. It's a blur of Gojo's knot, of Yuuji's ass stretched around it, of Yuuji's hole milking it dry.

By the time Yuuji comes back to himself his alpha no longer speaks. It's silent and he's exhausted, his body limp, his eyes half-closed. Gojo's knot is still buried inside him, keeping in loads and loads of cum, and Yuuji's belly is swollen with it.

"Beautiful," Gojo says, his voice a soft rumble. "My beautiful omega."

Yuuji's head falls to the side and he sees that the sun is rising. He can't remember how many times Gojo has knotted and fucked him. But he feels like he's going to die.

But he's also content, happy.

This is exactly what he wanted.

They're a tangle of limbs, their bodies pressed together, and Yuuji can feel the warmth of Gojo's skin against his, can hear the steady beat of his heart. He's never felt so close to anyone before, so connected.

"I can't hear my alpha," Yuuji admits, his voice a soft rumble. "It's so...quiet."

Gojo kisses the top of his head. "Then you're well on your way to being my omega~" There's a note of pride in Gojo's voice, a hint of satisfaction, and it makes Yuuji's heart swell.

"Are you okay, though?" Gojo asks, his fingers carding through Yuuji's hair. "Do you need anything?"

"I'm okay," Yuuji says, and it's the truth. He's sore, and he's exhausted, but he's happier than he's ever been. "I just need you."

"I'm here," Gojo whispers, holding Yuuji close. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. You're mine now and I'll be possessive and clingy and-"

"Yes," Yuuji says, cutting him off. "Please."

Gojo laughs, his chest shaking, and Yuuji feels it vibrate through him. He's never been more content, more at peace. He's found his place in the world, and it's here, in Gojo's arms.