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Jujutsu Omegaverse AU! Alpha Gojo Satoru x Alpha OC/Reader

Inspiration from discord friend

!!Warning!! It's actually a wholesome and fluffy Omegaverse, there are some suggestive themes though. But it's SFW, I think. 😂

Name is changeable

Another peaceful day in a certain household. Mutsuki clan is a small clan of jujutsu sorcerer. The current head of Mutsuki clan has two daughters, Mutsuki Fumiko, the oldest daughter, 17 years old and Mutsuki Fuuka, the youngest daughter, 16 years old.

They are at the age where they should be enrolled in jujutsu high but didn’t because their capabilities didn’t even exceed the required standard of jujutsu high, meaning they didn’t have the innate or inherited technique. But even this small clan somehow got an arranged marriage with one of the three big clans, the Gojo clan, courtesy of the jujutsu elders.

Now, you must be thinking, why would jujutsu elders push a small clan like us to have a marriage with the strongest clan now? That is because there are a few reasons;

First, a small weak clan like us is perfect for them to use as puppets and to be discarded if something goes wrong. They were planning to exert some kind of control over the uncontrollable and unhinged from what I heard to heir of Gojo clan, Gojo Satoru.

Now it raises a question, why would Gojo clan want an arranged marriage with a small clan like us? The answer to this question is intertwined with the second reason of elders.

Mutuski clan was known for their inherited ability to ‘see’ a black line of death or Mystic Eyes as we called it. Any matter that was cut according to the line would be destroyed beyond recovery or instant death for living objects. Mutsuki clan was big enough to rival the three big clans in its heyday. Marriage proposals and alliances came from everywhere. That black line of death can even cut infinity or any intangible matter if it is honed, thus, you can see how Gojo clan considers this kind of arranged marriage in the first place.

While the elders are hoping for a new generation that will inherit these two inherited techniques, Six Eyes and Mystic Eyes and for the said new generation to be their puppet through the mother side, which means a weak clan like us. The Gojo clan which I heard was the most normal and sanest clan out there with few exceptions like Inumaki clan. The Gojo clan is very overprotective of their own kin, including their heir. I heard he was spoiled rotten by the way.

The Gojo clan actually doesn’t care about who will become the spouse of their heir, but still accepts the arrangement to, first, humiliate the elders. It’s a well-known fact that Gojo heir is very unruly and uncouth. I have heard of his every omiai escapades. Every single one of his omiai partners always went home crying. And even if by chance Gojo heir accepts the marriage and bores a new generation that inherits the two abilities, they will definitely do everything in their power to prevent the newborn from being dragged into the political battle. This means, that they accept this arranged marriage just to spite the elders.

Now, who is the lucky girl from Mutsuki household who gets the honour of being the Gojo heir omiai partner? It’s of course the eldest born of the Mutsuki clan, because of the compatibility of their secondary gender and she is also the same age as Gojo heir. The heir of Gojo clan is as everyone has expected, he is an Alpha, and the oldest daughter of Mutsuki family is an Omega. Alpha and Omega, are a perfect match. It’s already a tradition in jujutsu circle that the best pair is one Alpha and Omega, so those old fossils of such believers kicked me out of the equation who is not an Omega, which is honestly the best decision they ever made for me.

Let's delve a little more into secondary genders. I will give a quick rundown of it. Basically, secondary genders are divided into three; Alpha(leader type), Beta(vice leader type) and Omega (peacemaker type)

To put it bluntly, Alpha is the type of person who hates to lose, likes to put people in their places, likes challenges and is annoying. Beta is the most boring type of people, they are those who actually don’t want to follow the order or rule but force themselves to suffer by following through it. Omega is the type of people that very sensitive, sometimes to the point of being annoying because they always feel that people are talking bad about them. Reminder, that is the stereotype though. People's individualities are unique to one another. They can’t be categorized into one type. It’s just some secondary traits really manifest heavily in some people, thus creating stereotypes.

If these secondary genders are to be put into a company infrastructure, Alpha is the boss of the company, Beta is the employee, and Omega is the secretary. And yeah, we have to suffer from heat or rut depending on our secondary gender. Beta gets the most privilege in this matter, they don’t suffer through natural heat or rut cycle. Congrats to all the people who were born Beta. They have freedom. ~”~

“So, is there no way of ditching this family gathering of yours?” Yae asked, amusement dancing in her eyes.

“Sadly no.” I shook my head. “If there was, I would have done it.” I sighed. It was just my luck that I was born in a jujutsu sorcerer clan. It’s not like I hate the existence of jujutsu sorcerers. it’s just the elders who sat on top that feel like they own the world is very annoying. But what can I say, I am just a daughter of a small weak clan that can be squashed like a bug if they are inclined to do so. Well, truth to be told, no one has ever inherited our clan inherited technique, the Mystic Eyes for at least 500 years now. That’s one primary reason that our clan declined like this.

Do I care? Actually no. it’s fine being a small weak clan. They won’t put any annoying expectations on us as they did to the Gojo heir. It makes me wonder what it feels like to be on the top. Does it feel lonely? But I heard he has friends who are also special grades. He might not be alone after all.

“Then, I am going back home now. Remember you are going to accompany me to stress eating tomorrow.” I told her.

“Will do, as long as you pay the bill.” I heard Yae said back. The one and only fortunate thing born in a small clan is the family is quite wealthy. Well, not as wealthy as the big clans, but wealthy enough that you can laze comfortably for the rest of your life as long as you don’t spend too much luxury.

“I am back.”

“Fuuka, we are waiting for you,” Father said solemnly. Father and Mother have been sitting down, waiting for me.

“…Where is Fumi-nee?” I raised my brow. My sister is a very rowdy person. We didn’t go to the same school. She went to all Omega school while I went to a co-ed school. The reason is, my sister’s omega pheromone is quite potent. It caused quite a problem when she started middle school. She accidentally went into heat. It was her first heat and a lot of boys almost went into an instant rut and assaulted her. So, she had to be transferred.

Actually, this is also another reason that elders choose my sister. Maybe her smell can make that unruly, savage and unhinged Gojo heir fall to his knees, which to be honest, it’s a very haphazardly slapped-together plan.

Father sighed when I asked where my sister was. “Your sister…. She is…” Mother opened her mouth.

“That damn girl refused to come home.” Father hissed.

“Ah? Why?” I blinked at the unexpected answer. Actually, I thought Fumi-nee would be happy to have a chance like those soap operas. You know, the one that started with Omiai and ended up with true love, that kind of thing.

“She heard a rumour about how unhinged the heir of Gojo was and she refused to be betrothed to such a savage.” Father looked like he just swallowed a lie. I think we might get along after all.

I know my sister is a very romantic person. She is a person who believes in true love. You know the love of a prince and a princess in a fairy tale. I don’t know if it’s her Omega trait or she was born like that… nah, must be because she was born like that. It was very insulting to say all Omega is the same as my sister. Because half of my sister’s brain is filled with water and the other half is filled with flowers.

I can’t say I truly hate her, but I do find her a tad bit annoying. For example, she likes a pink bag and wants one, but she doesn’t want me to get the same pink bag which is not even in the same shade. I have to get another completely different colour. Fortunately, I don’t mind whichever colour, so I usually buy another colour, but I like wisteria purple and sky blue more. The problem is, after she saw how I matched with my bag, she would go into a rampage and demand my bag. If I refused, she would go into one of her tantrums.

No worries, I know how to handle her. Everything you buy something with her, buy two colours. One colour is your favourite and one colour is whatever colour. First, you show the whatever colour you bought and she will demand that, after a small push and pull, relent it for her and then you are free to use your favourite colour. This trick works for almost all the things I bought. She is the type that thinks the neighbour's grass is greener. As long as you know that habit of hers, it’s easy to handle her.

“So, what do we do? Cancel the appointment? The omiai is tonight, right?” I sat down.

“That’s right. But we can’t just cancel the Omiai like this. The elders won’t be happy.” Father’s face is grim. I almost sighed out loud at the word elders. Those old fossils are truly troublesome whether they are present or not.

“So, you will pose as your sister to attend the omiai.”

“What?!” I did a double take, looking at my father with a ridiculous expression. I almost blurt out you have gone mad.

“It’s fortunate the Gojo heir didn’t know what you and your sister look like.” Mother said.

“But he could have done a background check. How hard do you think for a big clan to do a simple background check.” I rolled my eyes. This method simply won’t work. Too much uncertainty.

“I don’t think Gojo heir would spend his precious time to do a background check on us,” Father said.

“But you know well that our clan is quite different. The reason that Gojo clan even considers this marriage is because our clan inherited technique. If the offspring inherited our clan technique or both for that matter, do you think they will simply let the newborn be the puppet of those old fossils?” I snorted. “The Gojo clan will definitely spit into their faces.” Actually, I do look forward to the spitting, so I can laugh at them too.

“We can’t refuse those old fossils, ahem, I mean those elders’ command. But we can hope for Gojo heir to refuse the engagement.” Father said.

“…What if he doesn’t? What if he finds out who am I and still wants to go through with this engagement?”

“…This…”

“If I got engaged to him, Fumi-nee will become the heir of the clan? You know what will happen when it does. Besides, she doesn’t have any shred of interest in jujutsu. She doesn’t even know that jujutsu sorcerers and cursed spirits are divided into ranks and those are basic.”

“…” Father is getting a headache. It was already known in the jujutsu circle that I, as the second child would inherit the heir position because my sister didn’t have any interest in this kind of matter. She was like a girl who was born in the wrong place and wrong time. If she was born in our can hay day, she would be the princess of Mutsuki clan. But she was born after the decline of the clan, which means she is now a tool for elders.

Try as we might like, we are no match for those old fossils. One word from them and we will say goodbye to the living world. Well, we might put up quite a fight if we were forced to do so. But I’d rather not. Actually, Father is hoping that Fumi-nee will cause chaos in the Omiai, making the Gojo heir dislike her thus cancelling the Omiai. With this, we actually didn’t go against those elders. The Gojo heir also would not bother with small fry like us just like he wouldn’t to every other one of his past omiai partners.

I have to give Fumi-nee a kudos that she managed to destroy the carefully thought plan like this in a matter of seconds.

“Father, you have also given me Nenekirimaru, the heirloom cursed tool of our family. I am not going to give it back.” I pouted.

“You just need to pose as your sister to attend the Omiai,” Father said.

“So you mean, I pose as her and somehow make Gojo heir disinterested enough with me so he can cancel the engagement himself without letting him know I am not Fumi-nee?”

“…yeah…” Father nodded.

“…You know that this is a very tall order.” I sighed, already knowing how tired I would be. “…I will try my best. I don’t know how it will turn out though.”

“Please do…” So, I spent my time in Fumi-nee’s bedroom, trying to get her scent into my body. ‘I will definitely whack her head later.’ I grumbled mentally. I then dressed in her clothes and then a furisode so I would smell like her. I also eat a suppressant. Fortunately, the suppressant makes sure you won’t be able to smell or leak smell. Which is perfect.

Now, I am on my way to the omiai, which hopefully the Gojo heir will cancel for our best interests. ~”~

I have been waiting for almost half an hour before the heir of Gojo actually showed up in his school uniform and then he sat as if he owned the restaurant and then ordered every single thing on the menu. “Do you want some too?” He offered the menu to me.

“Thank you, but I have eaten dinner before coming here,” I said softly, playing my part as soft Omega. The thing is, don’t do any different thing from every Omiai partner he had met and he would lose interest because I am no different.

“Oh, well, you made your choice.” He shrugged and spread his legs, waiting for the meal to come. The two of us are sitting in silence, which I don’t mind at all. I just sit there quietly like an obedient little soft Omega that was expected.

The thing I didn’t know, however, was that dead expression of mine and my straight sitting posture were already different from the other omiai partners. His omiai partners all have this love-struck expression, some even try to get into heat to lure him. Now, his omiai partner just sitting there quietly, not making any noise let alone movement. Her eyes are closed as if she was meditating.

‘So…how long should I play like this?’ I sighed. ‘I thought they said he was unhinged and unruly and savage. Well, he was unruly, but I haven’t seen the savage and unhinged side.’ But his cursed energy is no joke. It is enormous, he has the look, the fame, the strength, no wonder everyone wants a piece of him. But he smells trouble to me, with that kind of look, it will cause disaster everywhere he walks.

“So, you are my Omiai partner now?” The Gojo heir finally opened his mouth.

“Yes…” I also opened my eyes and said softly. ‘Hurry up and end it.’

“Do you want to be the Mrs. Gojo that much?”

“…” I looked him dead in the eyes, almost blurting out you think I was that desperate?

“I can’t refuse the elders' arrangement.”

“Tsk. Those old cots.” He clicked his tongue. Yeah, those old cots, are the source of your headache, no? So is mine.

“I am not interested in omiai, you see. I was forced to come here because you are Mutsuki clan's daughter.” He smirked. “You know why a small clan like yours even got a chance with me?”

“…I don’t know?” I tilted my head to the side, acting cute like Fumi-nee.

“…” Gojo heir looked at me in silence for a moment. “It’s because your clan inherited technique.” He finally said. “Your inherited technique is Mystic Eyes. Eyes that can see the black line of death that can even cut infinity, which is, to be honest, it must be exaggerated. If cutting infinity was that easy, a lot of people would have done it.”

“…” I just listen to him rambling about how mediocre my clan's inherited technique was. ‘Rather than unhinged or savage, he must be a narcissist.’ I concluded. It was fine for him to mock my clan's inherited technique, given I didn’t really care about how precious it was. Our clan inherited technique is just a trouble. Especially because it was coveted throughout history. My eyesight is blurring as a faint line comes out.

“So, you coming here is just wasting time. I won’t be seeing you for the second time, Fumio, Fumia or whatever your name is. And more importantly, you smell bad.” He scrunched his nose in disgust and put a finger under his nose to block it.

“…Well then, please enjoy the meal.” I got up from my seat and walked away in huff. Yup, I perfectly replicated everything his previous Omiai partner did.

But instead of going straight home, there is a place that I must visit first. It was a pretty secluded area with no one passing by. From the sleeve of my kimono, I procure a straw doll, a nail and a hammer. I was going to use Nenekirimaru, but I couldn’t bring it here so I chose the second best option.

I nail the straw doll on a tree and hit it with a hammer. “Goddman. That narcissist. He could just go to hell by himself. Savage? Unhinged?” I snorted. “They must have mistaken narcissists to be that. That pick me boy. He didn’t even know my scent, as if he smelled any better. He must smell like unwashed socks.” I kept nailing to vent my frustration. First, I had to clean up my idiot sister’s mess, and just now I had to listen to the rambling of a narcissist. Next time I see those old fossils I will definitely beat them half to death.

“Fuuuhh…” I wiped the sweat off my forehead. I feel a little better after all of that, using Nenekirimaru would be even more satisfying though. Now, I can finally go home in peace. Unbeknownst to me, someone followed me all the way and saw what I did to the poor doll and tree.

“I am back, Father, Mother.” I massaged my sore shoulders.

“How was it?”

“He said he won’t be seeing me for the second time and that I smell bad.” I was seething and smiling at the same time.

“A…At least, the elders won’t bother us anymore.” Father stuttered. “Seems like your sister's scent is not effective.”

“With this, the elders will give up on us. What a happy celebration.” I said. ~”~

As I have promised with Yae, today we are going to stress-eat. “Fuu, you are more irritated than usual. What happened yesterday?”

“Of course it had to be my idiot sister’s mess I had to clean up.” I rolled my eyes as I chomped on the cake.

“What did she do?”

“She had an omiai but bailed out. So I had to pose as her.”

“Oh, and then?”

“The omiai partner can’t be more oblivious than he was. He’s talking like everyone is an ant and he is the only human.” I grumbled. “Unruly? Well, he was unruly, but savage and unhinged? They must have their eyes checked. That clearly is a narcissistic attitude.”

“Was he that bad?”

“Why yes of course. Even garbage on the street is much better than him. I wonder if there’s any Omega or people in that matter that can fully accept him. If they can, their heart must be as big as the universe.” I finished my rambling.

“But with this, no one will bother you anymore, right?” Yae giggled. Kurogane Yae, my one and only best friend. She is an Omega, with her look that is like Yamato Nadeshiko herself, suitors lined up like there’s no tomorrow. Sadly, my friend here has no interest in them. She won’t spare a glance at a thing she doesn’t like. She clearly knows what she likes and what she doesn’t. So, for other suitors out there that are trying to get her heart, good luck to all of you. I will just watch from the sideline.

“I hope so.” I nodded. “I will murder those old fossils if they dare to arrange another marriage.” I hissed under my breath. ~”~

After the whole omiai thing is over, Fumi-nee comes back from her school dorm. That is where she stayed if she didn’t want to go home after all. The reason Father didn’t drag her back was because; it was a waste of time. If we didn’t manage to get to the omiai on time, the old fossils would be furious and more trouble for us.

Rather than feeling guilty or remorse, she is actually giddy at the whole thing. “Thank god, now I don’t even need to see the face of that savage, unruly and unhinged boy. Thank you, Fuu-chan. You are the best sister ever.” Fumi-nee giggled.

“…” I didn’t say anything and continued eating my dinner.

“You still have the guts to say this! If not for your sister’s hard work, we won’t even be here.” Father slammed his chopstick on the table.

“But I didn’t ask to be in an arranged marriage!” Fumi-nee argued. “Who the hell did this in this modern time anyway? People should be free to love anyone they like.”

“You don’t have to accept him. All you need to do was attend.” Father sighed. Sometimes he wonders if he raised his oldest daughter the wrong way. It’s the hard truth that the oldest daughter was definitely his, his wife won’t cheat. He knew that the best, so all he could wonder was if he raised her the wrong way. But his youngest daughter came out fine with his method of raising.

His youngest daughter is sensible, though before her secondary gender manifested at the age of 5, she was really alike with her sister. Happy and carefree. Maybe… maybe it all began from that one sentence of his oldest daughter.

“Beta? You are a Beta? I don’t want a Beta sister! Why can’t you be an Omega? You are supposed to be an Omega. We are supposed to be Omega Sisters. When we grow up, we will have our own Alpha spouses. If you are a Beta, you won’t be a perfect match for Alpha.”

Honestly, it was a dumb reason. But that dumb reason made her youngest daughter distanced herself from her sister. She began to take an interest in learning jujutsu, even though she didn’t have innate technique or inherited technique. But she is the best choice as the heir.

“Hmph! whatever. It’s all over anyway. We won’t need to see him anymore. Besides, I already have a boyfriend. Listen, Fuu-chan, he was so sweet. Always waiting for me at the front gate with flowers. Kyaaa!!!” Fumi-nee squealed.

“A boyfriend? You have a boyfriend?” Mother blinked.

“Yep. He is just so handsome, nice, gentlemanly and most importantly an Alpha that smells really good.” Fumi-nee said dreamily. “He is just like the prince I have been dreaming of since I was a little. To be honest, I almost went into heat one time because of that.”

“What?! Fumiko!”

“It’s okay. I ate suppressant on time and no, I didn’t go into heat. It was truly an accident. He also didn’t know that effect was that strong. He apologized and our love life started from there.” She giggled.

‘No wonder she smells a bit off.’ I blinked. Some of her boyfriend's smell lingered. He did a good job concealing his bad smell or else Father and Mother would hunt him down already. I scrunch my nose in disgust, ‘He smells so bad that I am going to puke.’

“What’s wrong, Fuu-chan?”

“I don’t like the smell. It’s disgusting.” I answered honestly.

“How rude. He smells heavenly, okay?” She pouted. “You are just jealous that I already have an Alpha boyfriend.” She huffed. “That’s why you should be an Omega too.” She muttered under her breath.

“…I am done.” I sighed.

“Fuuka.”

“It’s fine. I am just going to do my homework or something.” I went back to my bedroom. Yeah, I know I am not a girlfriend material due to my secondary gender. I do wonder sometimes what would happen if I were an Omega, but the next thought made me shudder and sober. If I was an Omega, wouldn’t I be like Fumi-nee then, brain filled with water and flower? Because I knew I was really alike to her when I was small, and then I would thank god that my secondary gender was not Omega. I refuse to be like her and I apologize from the bottom of my heart that some Omega was associated with being like her because she is like that. ~”~

My following days are supposed to be peaceful normal days with no more arranged marriage thing. “Yae…?” I looked at my friends who suddenly lagging behind me. “What’s wrong?” I walked back to her, but I received no response.

Yae who has been staring at the house where she stopped suddenly moved forward to the said house. My gut instinct is screaming danger. In reflex I pull Yae roughly and throw her away so I was the one who was dragged inside the house instead by numerous transparent hands that suddenly appeared.

“Ooff!” I was thrown into the hard floor. “My rear…” I eased the pain by rubbing it a little and then got up and patted the dust that clung to my skirt.

“A domain expansion…” I sighed as my eyes had concluded such. “It’s good that I made a point to take Nenekirimaru everywhere,” I said. “Now, should I kill it or just leave it alone?” I mumbled. To be honest, exorcising is a pain. Because it will bring all sorts of trouble later, but not exorcising it is also a problem. I feel guilty if I know there’s a danger right in front of me but I ignore it. It’s a different matter if I don’t know, then I won’t give it a shit.

“Me and my personality…” I sighed in a resigned manner. If I don’t exorcise it now, it will eat other people and knowing that fact but not doing anything will make me feel really guilty. I unsheathe Nenekirimaru and wonder deeper, to the direction where the foul smell and cursed energy are coming from.

The domain of this special grade must be some kind of barrier type. Because there are a lot of lower-grade spirits trapped inside. They are either for the meals or trapped unknowingly. So, I meet one, I exorcise one. I meet two, I exorcised two, all the way to the deepest part of the domain, where the special grade must be.

“You are the Monkey Boss, I guess.” I looked at the cursed spirits. It’s a huge earthworm in white colour by the way. The cursed spirit sensing I am a threat, lunges forward with its mouth open, trying to swallow me whole. “Sorry, it won’t work.” I made a wide stroke and it recoiled back in pain.

My eyesight turns blurry and faint black lines appear, and then the next second my eyesight is clear again along with the clear black line. The rest of the work is easy now, just follow the line and cut it accordingly. Remember not to use too much cursed energy or the domain will be cut along with it and the whole house will collapse. With a final cut being made, the earthworm collapsed, mutilated to pieces and then disintegrated.

Just as the last piece of the cursed spirit falls down, I sense another one, so pivot at high speed and thrust Nenekirimaru forward, but manage to skew the trajectory at the last second, because it’s not a cursed spirit, it’s a human, no, a jujutsu sorcerer. But my Nenekirimaru still grazed his cheek a tiny bit. I blink rapidly and pull back Nenekirimaru. “You…” Just as I was going to say something threatening or something along the line. A smell hits my nose full force, the smell of wisteria flower and a hint of citrus, the smell is so divine that it makes my body hot right this instant.

I jump back, startled. The smell is triggering my rut. And by the look of it, he is in the same situation. His nose flares, pupils dilated and his Adam's apple bobs up and down. ‘I wonder what he tastes like.’ A low needy growl escapes my throat unconsciously and he takes a step forward. That small action brings me back to reality. I quickly rummaged through my skirt pocket to pull out a suppressant. I popped one into my mouth right after I found it and threw the small container to him. He catches it with an absolutely trained-to-perfect reflex and smells it.

“…It’s suppressant. Don’t go crazy yet.” I said when I saw him smelling it, a lingering of my scent on the container. A low primal growl comes out from his throat as he finally forces himself to take one of the suppressants. I sigh in relief when it’s kicking in because his expression is more controlled now and we can hopefully just forget the whole thing.

“I am going, please take care of the rest.” I bowed and then made a mad dash outside. However, instead of exit, I ran into the said teen instead. “Bwah!?” I blanked for a moment as he nosed my neck. “Wa-!” I felt goosebumps throughout my body (the good ones).

“What do you know now? My omiai partner was an Alpha all along, hm?” I could feel a smirk against my neck as his limbs were strongly stuck to me, preventing my escape.

“I was not your omiai partner,” I grumbled, trying to move my arm so I could hit him with Nenekirimaru. Even though we ate suppressants, close-ups like this still make us pick up each other scent faintly, and it makes me relax a whole lot. His scent somehow makes me feel very safe and I almost just purr. I know the teen, Gojo heir, picks up my body language as his hand gently traces patterns on my back and his eyes soften.

“We met just… a week ago. It’s rude to forget me after our omiai.” He pouted.

“I remember you said we won’t be seeing each other anymore.”

“See, so you did remember.” He pointed out.

“Tsk.” I clicked my tongue. “Let me go.”

“Nope.” He popped the ‘p’. “I want to know why my Omiai partner was not an Omega. I know those old fossils are the absolute sticker of Alpha and Omega is the best pair.”

“I was not your omiai partner…” I sighed.

“Satoru, are you al…” A new voice made me jump and I pushed the Gojo heir away, but it was no avail. I was completely trapped in his iron grip of a back hug. “Am I interrupting something?” The new guy, bang guy smiled.

“You aren’t. Please tell this guy to let me go.”

“Suguru~ she was my omiai partner. You know that one.”

“Oh, the one that you said cursing you with straw doll and nail?”

I look at him horrified. How did this man know about that?!

“I followed you because I thought you would cry like every other girl I was partnered up with, so I wanted to watch. Who would have thought you were cursing me with straw doll and nail and hammer to boot.”

“I wish I could stab you with Nenekirimaru instead,” I grumbled.

“Fuu!” A flurry sweet smell of orange blossom and jasmine wafted into my nose as my best friend hugged me.

“I am fine, Yae.”

“Sorry, because of me…”

“It was not because of you.” I flicked her forehead. “I also don’t know a special grade was here.”

“So, he was your Oimiai partner?” Yae pulled back and looked up to Gojo heir. “Nice to meet you, I am Kurogane Yae. Fuu’s best friend.”

“I am Gojo Satoru. Fuu’s omiai partner.”

“You weren’t.” I groaned. “Fumi-nee… Fumiko-neesan was supposed to be your Omiai partner. But she bailed, so I was forced to attend so those old fossils wouldn’t cause trouble to our family.” I said. “Rather than that, let me go.”

“Nope. I knew those old cots were trouble. They never stop causing me stress.” Gojo heir answered.

“But, Satoru. You said she smelled bad.” Suguru tilted his head.

“…Yeah, she smelled so bad last time we met. You washed up properly now?” He smirked down at me with that mocking tone of his.

“…” Instead of a verbal response, I bit his arm.

“Yeowch!” Gojo heir pushed me away, finally. But my damn body reacts differently at the loss of his scent and warmth, I almost just whine because of it.

“…It was Fumi-nee’s smell. I wore her clothes and ate suppressant so I wouldn’t be found out.” I grumbled.

“…No wonder my smell didn’t affect you that night. Usually, Omega will go into instant heat the moment they smell me… wait, you did.”

“You did too.” I blurted out. ‘Why is this guy talking like I was the only one who went into a rut? He did too.’ I pouted.

“…You two went into a rut the moment you smelled each other scent…?” Suguru blinked. “What’s this? A fated pair or something?” Amusement danced in his eyes.

“That is just a myth or rather a made-up belief,” I mumbled.

“But our scent compliments each other well. Too well, in fact.” Gojo heir said.

“…” I have the same thought. But I won’t say it out loud. “Anyway, I will leave the rest to you. I am going to take Yae home.”

“Ah, about that… Suguru-san will take me home.” She smiled sheepishly. I blink once, twice and make an ‘o’ shape mouth as they bid goodbye to us.

“Your friend ditched you for her new boyfriend.” Gojo heir cackled.

“…I don’t really mind,” I answered which caught him off guard. “I will be glad if a strong person like him can protect Yae. Though I guess, Yae will be dragged into the pointless of power strife in jujutsu circle.” I sighed. “But if she is happy, I don’t really care who her partner is.”

“How about you then? Didn’t you attend Omiai searching for a partner?”

“Hah! You wish!” I rolled my eyes. “I told you, Fumi-nee was supposed to be your omiai partner, but she bailed out. I just attended to make sure those old fossils wouldn’t find out she ditched. And I was sure you would cancel the omiai anyway, which you did. I am grateful for that.” I said.

“And… no one really wants an Alpha as their life partner. Especially even more so in jujutsu circle…” I muttered under my breath softly.

“But I would.” He suddenly said.

“Would what?” I tilted my head.

“I would like an Alpha as my life partner. Especially if the said Alpha is you.” He smirked and threw a wink at me.

“…” I was stunned for a moment before breaking into a fit of laughter. “What? Are you comforting me now?” I tried to hold my laughter. “Thanks, but it’s fine. I know my own worth. Besides, the people in jujutsu circle are all extreme misogynists anyway. I don’t want to be paired up with those kind of people.” I smiled.

“…”

“What?” I frowned at Gojo heir who suddenly went still.

“But I am not misogynist.” He pouted, which was actually kind of cute.

“Yeah, you are not.” I shook my head. “You are a narcissist.”

“Hey! How rude!” He huffed. “It’s a fact that I am the strongest.”

“Ha! I already cut your infinity anyway.” Realization dawned on both of us. ‘Ah, damn. Me and my big mouth.’ I cursed

“You… was that…” Gojo heir walked to me.

“If you are going to propose another omiai, then don’t. We won’t… I won’t accept it.” I said coldly. ‘Yes, that’s right. They just want our clan's inherited technique. They want… my eyes…’

At night, I got a text from Yae telling me Geto Suguru was an absolute gentleman. My mouth twitched at that, he sure does look like it, but a little shady though. Then my mind instantly goes to the other one, the holder of Six Eyes. Is it weird that my mind can perfectly conjure him, down to the smallest detail after two meetings? The answer is yes, it’s weird and it’s creepy. But his smell… is still lingering in my nose or something, I feel like I can still smell him and the moment I close my eyes, the smell will get even stronger. A low growl and whine escape my throat, just imagining it triggers my rut. I pant heavily while rubbing my thighs and quickly rummaged my drawer for another dose of suppressant. ~”~

Gojo Satoru never in his wildest dream ever thought that someone's scent could trigger his rut. It’s usually the other way around. His scent was the one triggering everyone, especially Omegas’ heat. And it was a scent of an Alpha to boot. ‘A very cute, wild, and strong Alpha.’ His brain added.

“Shut up.” Satoru groaned at his own thought as he plopped onto his bed. He then takes a deep breath to calm himself, only for his nose to smell that freesia flower with a hint of pear scent. The scent of that Alpha, and he groans once again, sensing something is being woken up.

At first meeting in their omiai, he did think she was a tad bit different from his other omiai partners, who resorted to a lot of funny ideas, which for example jumped on him the moment he arrived while in heat or something along that line. His omiai partner was just sitting there quietly as if waiting for something, waiting for the omiai to end. Well, he was getting bored too being forced to go to an omiai after omiai. Why he did then? Just to spite those old cots of course. He took a strange dark glee when he saw his omiai partner cry and he would be summoned to meet the old cots to listen to their angry rants.

So he thought this one would be the same, albeit she didn’t resort to any stupid method. It’s just that she smelled bad, really bad, like rotten flesh. Fortunately, it was faint, so he could endure. And after she went with a huff, a sneer came out and he followed her from a distance, curious how this rotten-smelling girl would cry.

Surprise surprise, rather than crying, she went to curse him instead, using a straw doll, nail and hammer. But she didn’t use any cursed energy at all, so it was most likely to vent her frustration. Satoru thought that was funny, her personality might actually fit with them, the special grade trio. It’s not a problem if she comes from a small clan. Too bad she smelled so bad that he didn’t want to be near her more than necessary.

Their second meeting was purely accidental. He and Suguru were assigned to another mission of special grade like usual, until when they arrived at the scene, they saw a girl trying to break into a domain of said special grade. Apparently, her friend was caught instead of her. Suguru tried to calm her down while I went inside to search for her friend, which most likely already dead.

Imagine his surprise when he saw a girl mutilating the special grade with such grace and ease as if she were doing a sword dance instead. He was so in trance that he slipped up his control over his cursed energy. The girl whirled with such speed, aiming for his head and changed her trajectory in the last second, so it grazed his cheek a tiny bit. Now, Gojo was internally shocked, he was sure he had his infinity up the moment he stepped into this domain and with the cursed spirit dead, the domain was no more, but his infinity was still up nonetheless.

He was about to ask how she did that when her scent hit his nose in full force. The smell of freesia flower and pear. His nose flared, pupils dilated and his entire body was screaming to claim her right this instant. The girl knew what was happening to both of them as she jumped back to create distance and quickly rummaged through her pocket to take out the suppressant and throw the container to him.

Him, being the idiot he was, instead of actually taking the suppressant pill, he smelled the container for her lingering scent. The suppressant pill worked too quickly to his liking. Because the girl's smell faded quickly. “…It’s suppressant. Don’t go crazy yet.” Her clear voice rang out, like a chime in summer. That snapped him out of his trance quickly and took a suppressant pill.

Gojo Satoru finally took a real look at her. Now now, she was his omiai partner in his latest arranged marriage meeting. But the quality of her voice is different, last time she used a soft Omega-like voice. This must be her real voice. Or did she have a twin? Satoru remembers that Mutsuki clan only has two daughters, and they aren’t twins. And the one who was his omiai partner was supposed to be the Omega eldest daughter. But his whole body and soul were sure that they were the same person. So, he tested his theory.

He caught her before she could run away, and the truth finally came out. She was the one who attended the omiai instead of her sister because her sister bailed out last minute. She ate a suppressant and wore her sister's clothes so she wouldn’t be found out as an Alpha. Well, he would be tricked too, if he didn’t smell her scent. She looks like an Omega and acts like Beta, but actually an Alpha.

Satoru did think about proposing another omiai when he saw how resigned she was because she was an Alpha. In jujutsu circle, those old cots believe Alpha and Omega made the best couple. So, it somehow became some sort of unwritten rule for clans to have their Alpha heir, and seek an Omega spouse. Which, let’s be honest, it was a load of bullshit.

Until she slipped up that she is the owner of Mystic Eyes. The eyes that rival Six Eyes. He thought Mystic Eyes must be some kind of exaggerating joke, but now he had seen it first hand, they were no joke. If she didn’t change her course, he would either suffer fatal injury or worse die on the spot.

She quickly rejected any attempt of another omiai with him. But why does she have that sad face? Did she think he was going to propose another omiai because he wanted her eyes? Well then, she was wrong. Rather than her inherited technique, he was more attracted to her swordplay, her voice her laugh and her smile and then her eyes, as in the physical construction of her eyes, not her inherited technique. Her eyes were such a beautiful colour that he could just stare at them all day long.

But first, he must clear the misunderstanding first. Maybe they can start with being friends. However, he hoped they would quickly pass that stage because her smell was triggering his rut. He knew it was not as simple as their scent being super compatible. Something from the depth of his soul is screaming she is the one, don’t let her go. Maybe the fated pair is not a myth after all. ~”~

“Yo, Yae.” Our attention was drawn to three people with black uniforms of jujutsu high. The bang guy is waving at us.

“Suguru-san.” A smile bloomed on Yae’s face. The other girl must be the last special grade in their class.

“Hello, I am Ieiri Shoko. Dumb and Dumber’s classmate.” She introduced herself as such.

“I am Kurogane Yae. Nice to meet you.” Yae smiled.

“…” She looked at Yae and the at bang guy, Geto Suguru. “Seriously Suguru, why such a nice girl like her can like a dumb guy like you.” Ieri-san pointed out. “You must have saved a planet or something in your last life.” She said.

“Hehehe, thank you. Ieiri-san. But Suguru-san is fine the way he is.”

“…” Ieri-san blinked again. “I didn’t detect any weird cursed energy.” She muttered.

“Shoko, I didn’t manipulate her, okay?” Suguru sighed.

“Well. I will leave that for now. And this is?” Ieiri-san looked at me.

“Mutsuki Fuuka. Nice to meet you.” I extended my hand for a handshake.

“Ieiri Shoko…. Mutsuki… are you from Mutsuki clan?”

“Yes.” I nodded.

“The one that cursed Satoru using a straw doll after an omiai? That one?” An amused smile etched on her lips.

“…” I looked at them blankly. ‘Just how many people does he tell this about?’

“The very same.” Suguru nodded his head.

“…” Her mouth is in an ‘o’ shape. “I like her.” She gave me a thumbs up.

“Thank you…?” I blinked owlishly. And the said teen is quieter than usual? Is there something wrong with him? Is he sick?

“Can we talk?” Gojo heir suddenly said.

“Talk?” I tilted my head. “I don’t mind…”

“Great, let’s change the place.” He then led me to a park near our school. He sits in one of the park benches, manspreads. “Why don’t you sit?”

“Oh…” I sat on the small space left. “So, what do you want to talk about?”

“First, I want to clear a misunderstanding.” He started.

“Misunderstanding?” I blinked.

“Yeah… I didn’t attempt to propose another omiai because of your inherited technique. I truly thought we might click with each other.”

“Oh…” I nodded slowly. “…Because of our scent?”

“…There’s that too…” He mumbled, a pinkish tint dusting his cheeks. “Well, in any case, I do hope we can be friends. Not as the heirs of Gojo and Mutsuki clans. But just as plain Gojo Satoru and Mutsuki Fuuka.” Gojo heir, no Gojo Satoru stood up in front of me and extended his hand.

“…What will happen if we become friends?”

“Depend on what you want to happen.” Even though he said that I could see a small hope of us being more in his eyes because I was the same. I do hope I will be accepted as me completely without being discriminated against as Alpha.

While being an Alpha female sounds cool. In actuality, they were discriminated against a lot. Males don’t like them because they are bossy and demanding, they can’t act cute like most Omega or Beta females. So, it lowers their self-esteem or something. We can act cute, but the moment we do, we will be labelled as cheap, attention seekers or something along that line. And females don’t like them for being attention hogger, in a different way than other secondary genders. Thus, a lot of them envy Alpha females, making them most likely to be isolated as an outcast.

I, fortunately, was born with a face like an Omega, and often classified as such. So, I was exempted from discrimination as long as I could keep up my façade. But I also don’t want to be bothered by a lot of people, so I act like a Beta. This façade works as long as my scent doesn’t leak out, thus the suppressant. I am just thankful that the suppressant is completely safe and doesn’t have harmful side effects.

“I…” I started. “I don’t know what I want to happen yet.” Because I know all my action to him now is out of my control. As if something pulled us to be together, something deeper connected to us. I don’t want to be with him because of that something. I want to be with him because I truly love him with my whole body and soul. Still… “But I would like to be friends with you.” I grabbed his hand for a handshake only for him to pull me against him completely. “Gojo-san?”

“Just call me Satoru.” I heard him mumble while nosing my neck.

“You know, friends don’t imprint their scent on each other like this.” I sighed but made no motion to push him away because I felt safe. I want to stay like this forever.

“They did.” He hummed while burying his nose deeper into my neck, where my scent gland is. I ate a suppressant so, my scent was weak. But that doesn’t stop him at all. “You can imprint your scent on me too. Rather, I would like that very much, please.” He then looked at me with a very cute begging expression. Like a kitty abandoned in the rain.

“Okay…” I nodded. I can’t win if he used an expression like this. And the giddiness on his face when I agreed is cute too.

“So, remember to invite us when you two get married.” A voice that I identified as Geto Suguru startled me.

“We aren’t…”

“Shut up, Suguru. Don’t show off because you already got your mate.” Satoru frowned while burying me deeper into his chest. “We are starting as friends first,” Satoru said.

“Friends…?” I knew from that tone that the three of them were utterly confused. Actually, I am too. Which part of our actions toward each other is considered friends? More specifically, for people who just started being friends. ~”~

Being friends with Satoru means, I got dragged along with his stupid pranks and shenanigans. Even though we attend different schools, that didn’t stop him at all. Rather, they always came to pick us up, both Satoru and Suguru. Well, Suguru is picking up Yae. Shoko sometimes comes with them sometimes not. Because of her reversed cursed techniques, demands of her being on school ground is higher than the strongest combi, a nickname I heard from Shoko.

But I do feel like life is more fun with Satoru entering my world. As if some part of the closed world opened up. The thing we do when meeting each other is scenting. It’s basically a routine at this point. To the point that the rest of them are wondering when we are going to make it official. Actually, I also don’t know. I want to ask but at the same time, I was afraid that Satoru would say we are just friends. I know friends don’t imprint their scent like this. But, who knows, maybe Gojo clan’s teaching is like that or Satoru is just like that from the start.

Another change in me was that I ate less strong suppressant because he said he wanted more of my scent. Seriously, he should stop wording it like that or I might have just taken him right there and then. To claim him and imprint my scent everywhere on his body, with him begging for more.

Our usual routine is being picked up from school and then we go somewhere to eat sweets or play in a game arcade. On Sunday, we met up and then they brought me along to their mission. My role, rather, Yae and my roles giving them praise after completing their mission flashily, I might add. Satoru would look at me with imaginary ears and wagging tails, asking for praise while holding his hands out, waiting for me to slip comfortably into his awaiting arms. At first, I didn't understand the implication and the result, I got a sulky and pouty Satoru, until Suguru dropped a hint to me by wrapping his arms around Yae. I finally got it and gave him a pat on his head while having him buried in the crook of my neck inhaling my scent.

Anyway, today Yae said we are going to double dates. So, we have been waiting for Satoru and Suguru for a while at the amusement park entrance. Lo and behold, lots of eyes are staring at them when they make their entrance. Some even drool because of them. I know that is the natural reaction from Betas and Omegas, especially females. But I still feel irritated nonetheless, even though we are not a couple…yet…

I come up to Satoru, pull him down to the crook of my neck and nose his neck, imprinting my scent on him, and let’s not forget the glare I gave to the surrounding people for looking at him. My mind is racing with thoughts to just give him a Bond Mate Mark and let the whole world know he is mine. But I am not sure if Satoru would like that, so I refrained.

“Fuu…”

“What?”

“You didn’t eat suppressant today?” His eyes oddly sparkled and bright when he said that.

“Should I?”

“No.” He shook his head. “I like this better. You don’t need to cover for your smell, Fuu. I love it.” He smiled.

“That’s good then.” I smiled. For the remainder of our amusement park tour, Satoru and I are attached to the hip. However, the act itself doesn’t completely deter attempts made to him. There are still a lot of Betas and Omegas females that are trying to come up to him which was avoided, some even got into heat after being exposed to his scent. Fortunately, the suppressant I brought along with me came in handy. I pop the pill to their mouths, to those females that go into heat.

“Satoru, here is your ice-“ My shoulder bumped into someone. “Ah, I am sorry.” I apologized. It’s fortunate the ice cream is still intact.

“You think apologizing is enough? Why do you think police is for.” The bumped person Man A sneered.

I exhale softly. “I will pay for your medical bill then. Is ten thousand enough?”

“Yo, girlie, the world doesn’t work like that.” He looked down on me. “Oh, aren’t you a cutie Omega? Well, I know how to pay for my medical bill.” He leered, licking his lips.

“Ha? Is your nose blocked or something? Should have smelled yourself first.”

“You…” He made a motion to grab my hand but was suddenly lifted up high by someone.

“How dare you touch my Fuu. Do you have a death wish?” Satoru hissed from behind me. “Forget it, I will grant your death easy and quick now.” He glared. His scent comes out full force along with the upward spike of his cursed energy.

“Satoru, you can’t do that. Or else those old fossils will use this chance to control you.” I said. To be honest, even if he did kill, it’s not a big deal. But this is a crowd, Satoru would be labelled and annoying pests would attach themselves to him and I wouldn’t want that.

“But he!”

“Satoru.” I looked at him sternly. Satoru lets out a small whine like a kicked puppy. He walks a few steps away from me with the man still hanging by his hand and dumps him unceremoniously, then he walks back to me with a pouting expression, hugging me tightly as if he was the one who was being bullied.

“Fuu…” He whined.

“You did good.” I patted his head, earning a satisfied low purr from him.

“Fuu, are you alright?” Yae and Suguru came to us.

“Yes. But I should be going home now.” I smiled.

“Why? …Oh…” Seems like they caught on.

“What about suppressant?” Suguru asked.

“It won’t work. My yearly rut cycle is almost here, adding to the fact that Satoru just released his scent full force…” I started to pant, my breath uneven, eyes blurry. For jujutsu sorcerers like us, cursed energy output is connected to scent output. Thus, our rut cycles are triggered in our second meeting. Because we were letting our cursed energy flare up to the maximum.

“Fuu! I will take you away now! Suguru, I will leave the rest to you!” I heard Satoru say and then we teleported.

My nose is assaulted by the dizzying smell of his. “You…” I willed myself to control my rut. This guy teleported to the worst possible place. His room in Jujutsu High dorm. This is basically screaming to attack him.

“Stay here and I will call for Shoko.” Satoru put me on the bed. With a strength I don’t know I had, I yank him back to the bed and straddle his hip. “Fuu-“ I crashed my lips into his, swallowing whatever words he was going to say. My tongue pries open his mouth and explores his cavern.

Claim him! My whole body, soul and mind are screaming for me to claim this man in front of me as mine. Don’t let him slip away from your grasp! We have waited long enough! I hear a scream like that from the depths of my soul.

I pull back and growl because my scent is also triggering his rut, his is poking directly into my own, throbbing deliciously. My pupils dilate at his empowering smell that mingles perfectly with mine and his half-lidded lust-filled icy glacial eyes. ‘No!’ I bit my arm hard, blood dripping onto his pristine white sheet and his eyes widened.

“Fuu!” He screamed in panic. “What are you!” The lust cleared for a moment.

“Hurry up… and knock me out…” I gritted out. “If you don’t want…this…so…hurry…” My sober mind is starting to be cloudy again, screaming to claim him.

“Fuu…” Satoru’s eyes softened and he showed his neck to me, an act asking to be claimed. To be made as mine. “I have always wanted this. We both have always wanted this for so long. So, please claim me as yours. Made me yours. I want to be claimed by none other than you, my Alpha.” Any self-control and reason have snapped and gone forever when he called me that.

That day, Gojo Satoru becomes mine, as I am his. ~”~

I woke up groggily, my mind was still foggy from whatever happened yesterday until an amused chuckle rang into my ears. I feel stroking on my hair, a light touch on my face and then down to my neck, where a certain mark like a tribal tattoo has formed, it sends a pleasant tingling sensation to my whole body. And I also finally feel a strong arm wrapped around my hip and I am lying on someone’s warm board chest. “Satoru…?” I mumbled sleepily.

“You woke up?” He asked in the softest whisper.

“Yeah,” I answered but snuggled deeper into his chest, inhaling his scent. Chests pressing against each other, feet tangled to each other, while the sheets are covering the lower halves of our bodies.

“Still sleepy?”

“Just want to snuggle to you.”

“We should wash up and change the sheet. After that, we can snuggle all you like.” Satoru suggested.

“…A very tempting idea. But I am too lazy to move.” My hand came up to the nape of his neck, where the same mark like tribal tattoo decorated his pale unblemished neck, not so unblemished now because of yesterday's activity. Satoru caught my arm which was bandaged due to the self-inflicted wound yesterday and kissed on the wound softly.

“I will carry and wash you.” He laughed.

“…You are not going to do anything?” I cracked open my eyes to peer up at him.

“As long as you don’t want me to.” He grinned. Now, with bond mate marks being given to each other. We can never bind ourselves to other people anymore. This only signifies one thing, a marriage.

“…”

“Fuu?”

“I forgot to tell my parents I was not going home…”

“Oh, Yae has handled that. She told your parents that you were going to spend the night on hers.” Satoru answered.

“I will bet my whole existence that she and Suguru either went to the hotel or back into his room here.”

“As expected from my cute, lovely Alpha. Suguru and Yae didn’t come back, they must have gone to a hotel.” He chuckled.

“Oh? I am cute and lovely now? Who was it begging while crying prettily for me yesterday?” I raised my brow.

“Then, my strong, hot, wild and sexy Alpha. Better?” Satoru whispered against my lips.

“I like strong, cute, lovely, hot, wild and sexy Alpha better.” I grinned.

“Okay, my strong, cute, lovely, hot, wild and sexy Alpha.” He pressed a kiss on my forehead, making me giggle.

“By the way, Satoru…”

“Hm?”

“…Except for our super compatible scent, what do you like from me anyway?”

“I love all of you, Fuu, my love. The scent might be the trigger, but I love your laugh. I think I fell in love right after hearing you laugh on our first, no should be second meeting. Your everything, from the tip of your hair, to the curve and dip of your body until the end of your toes. You are just perfect. And most importantly your eyes.” He traced my lower lip. “Not because of your inherited technique, but your physical eyes, they are such a beautiful hue. I can just stare at them all day, getting lost in them.”

I know Satoru isn’t so shallow to love me because of my inherited technique, but a small part of me keeps wondering whether it was the case or not. And I know in this late game, asking this is like doubting his love. But I need an assurance.

“You don’t need to feel guilty.” Satoru kissed my eyelids. “I should have told you sooner. I knew your clan's inherited technique was coveted by a lot of people. And it was right of you to be cautious. That’s why, I will assure you every time. I want you, because you are you, Mutsuki Fuuka, the one and only that is worthy of my love.”

“Thank you, Satoru.” I nuzzled closer to his hand.

“You are very welcome, love.” ~”~

But after cleaning up and finally sober from my yearly rut cycle. I am in a dilemma on how to break this news to my parents. “Fuu, what’s wrong?” Satoru asked as he noticed me being absent-minded.

“I am wondering how to break the news to my parents.” I sighed. Now, clad only with his white shirt… well, my clothing was being washed and dried for now while my underwear… well, let’s hope they can rest in peace.

“I can just tell them directly that I want you to be my spouse. Well, I want no one other than you anyway.” Satoru pointed out.

“Will your clan agree?”

“They will. Come here.” Satoru moved me to his lap.

“How are you so sure?”

“They were praying to gods and our ancestors every day for someone to accept their unruly, savage and unhinged son…”

“Don’t forget narcissist.”

“I am not a narcissist. Don’t be so mean, Fuu.” He pouted.

“Sorry. I like to see your cute pouting face. Hehehe…” I giggled.

“I am always cute. It’s just no one noticed it.” He batted his eyelashes.

“That’s good then. Because if they noticed, I might have to pull some strings.” I answered.

“…”

“Satoru?” I peered up at him when I heard no comeback.

“You know, Fuu. When you say it like that, I really want to see what you would do?” Desire swirled in his eyes.

“You would be afraid of me.” I shook my head.

“Nope. I won’t. I would feel happy because you did it for me. I don’t think there would be a mate that won’t feel happy at how far their spouse was willing to go just to keep them by their sides.” Satoru cupped my face and tilted it up. I accept the invitation and rise up to meet his soft, kissable and plump lips.

“You only need to act cute in front of me, okay, Satoru.”

“Yeah, will do. My strong, cute, lovely, hot, wild and sexy Alpha.”

“…Way to ruin the mood.” I rolled my eyes.

“Eeehhh? But Fuu~~~~~ At least tell me which part of me you like?”

“Your cute begging face.” I giggled.

“Just that?” He gave me an abandoned kitty look, with upturned eyes.

“Your body?” I giggled.

“Fuu~~~~”

“I love your everything, silly. Just like you said, the trigger might be our scent, but I do fall in love with you as time goes by. You are my perfection, made only for me.” I whispered. “And there’s one thing I knew very well about your eyes.”

“That is?”

“Six Eyes won’t be as pretty as they are now if they are not on you.” my lips curved into a smile. ~”~

“Father, Mother, there’s something I would like to tell you about.” After coming back from my supposed sleepover at Yae’s house, I have been thinking for a few weeks and I think it’s better for me to just tell them honestly.

“Is it very important?” Father asked.

“Yes, very.” I nodded.

“Wait for a moment. There’s someone else coming in about *ding song* now.”

Mother then goes to receive the guest.

“Satoru?” I blinked at the guest, while Satoru just smiled at me.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” Father finally asked after Satoru is seated beside me. “No wait, I think I already knew what you are going to talk about. So, let me ask just one question to Gojo heir. Will that be okay?”

“Yes.” Satoru nodded.

“Can I entrust my daughter fully to you?”

“Absolutely,” Satoru answered without any hesitation.

“…” I blinked owlishly, and bit by bit it sank in. My mouth turns to an ‘o’ shape, while Mother giggles at me.

“Fuu. You don’t need to worry, even if you marry to Gojo clan. You will still be the heir of Mutsuki clan. Father and Mother are sorry for letting you shoulder the burden as Mystic Eyes alone and for you to have covered up your true secondary gender.” Father said that all in one breath.

“…You knew?” My eyes widened.

“Of course we know about it. We are your parents. How could I not know about my own daughter’s condition.” Father rolled his eyes. “But with you not saying anything, that was actually for the best. I have no intention of making you a tool for those old fossi, ahem, those elders. Your sister isn’t interested in jujutsu from the start, so there’s no need to worry about her. With her personality, it’s probably for the best if she just marries a stable normal man outside. We were more worried about you. There was a time that we thought you wouldn’t get married at all.” Father sighed.

Actually, there was. I thought it was better for Mutsuki clan to die out so, no more of our clan people would be tools for those old fossils or being coveted for their inherited technique.

“And then you met Gojo heir. It was obvious that you became more outgoing and happier after meeting him. We won’t say anything if he is your choice. Well, at least Gojo clan is one of the most normal and sanest in jujutsu circle. Even though their unruly, savage and unhinged, not to mention narcissist took our daughter away.” He grumbled.

“Father, your real thought is leaking out.” Mother patted his shoulder.

“Oh. Ahem, forget about that. All I want to say is, as long as you are happy, we won’t object. And we know you are strong enough to beat those old fossils if they showed up.”

“Gojo clan will beat them first. There’s no need for my cute, lovely, strong, ho-“ I clamped Satoru’s mouth before he could utter those embarrassing adjectives.

“…” Father looked at us blankly while Mother was laughing out loud

“How did you know about this matter, Father?”

“…You came back with another smell mingling on you…” He stated as if that was the most obvious reason. “Not to mention, it’s the same smell every time you come back from school. It’s not hard to find out.

“Oh…” I forgot we imprinted our scent on each other every day.

“And then, you touched your neck more often…. You must have given each other Bond Mate Mark.” He sighed.

“Busted.” Satoru giggled. I blink, I made sure to cover that up using make-up actually.

“So, as a father, I have to make sure that my daughter won’t be bullied or tricked. Though I doubt that would be the case.” He muttered. “Anyway, I went to Gojo mansion to talk about this and met Gojo heir, who suddenly said, ‘Please give me your daughter’, while bowing. I think all of the people present, including me almost fainted on the spot.”

Satoru laughs again at Father’s reminiscence. “And then he went into a tirade about how wonderful you are. Well yeah, you are my daughter, of course you are the most wonderful.” Father added his own comment.

“Then, after hearing his 2 hours presentation of you…” I choked on my drink at that and looked at Satoru in disbelief, while the said teen only grinned from ear to ear.

“…the people in Gojo clan are kneeling down begging me to let my wonderful daughter accept their unruly, savaged and unhinged son…. I still hesitated for a bit until Gojo heir said he was already claimed by you. Not the other way around.” Father paused and exhaled a long tired sigh. “He was even proud about it. Sometimes, I wonder what’s in his head. I guess being unhinged was not wrong after all.”

“Father, your thought is leaking out again.”

“Ahem, the begging became even more fervent and then I told them if that’s what my daughter decided, I won’t have any objection. And since you accepted him. Then, as your father and mother, we can only pray for your happiness from the bottom of our hearts.” Father finished.

“…Satoru, you really…” I was speechless at the whole thing. Seems like I worried for nothing. Satoru only giggles throughout the whole explanation, as if he had already read the result.

“Gojo clan want to meet you. If you have time, you should go visit them. They even talked about the wedding already. The date, the venue, the guest lists, the catering, the cake, the boutique for fitting, and even the details of the events. They have made the whole list and only wait for you to pick which one you want the most.” Father exhaled another much longer sigh.

“…” I think I need time to process the whole information.

“Call me after you arrive home,” I told Satoru, now considered my fiancé, even though I haven’t met his family yet.

“Will do.” He giggled, leaning closer. An invitation he knows I won’t refuse and I give him a quick peck.

“I will visit you at Gojo mansion at the weekend,” I mumbled.

“I will tell them.” He pressed a kiss against my forehead before leaving.

“Now, what should I wear for this weekend?” ~”~

The weekend is coming, so it’s time for me to visit the Gojo clan. Satoru will come to pick me up and we will visit his clan together. Even though I have heard how they worshipped me because I managed to tame Satoru, meeting them face-to-face is still pretty nerve-wracking. My mind goes overdrive conjuring one thousand and one what-ifs.

“You are nervous, love?” Satoru’s big hand rested on my back, gently tracing patterns with his thumb.

“A little.” It has become a habit of Satoru to call me by a pet name when he is comforting me and spending intimate quality time and then, more often than not, while doing bedroom activities. And to be honest, I love it a lot.

“It will be fine. Remember how you heard them begging and kneeling in front of your father so you could accept me, their unruly, savage and unhinged son?” He grinned.

“That’s true…” ‘He sure wasn’t bothered being called like that.’ I sweatdropped at his nonchalant attitude. I take a long deep breath and exhale it. “Yosh, I am ready.”

“Then, let’s go.” He teleported us right into the middle of the drawing hall in Gojo mansion, where all the clan members had been waiting. “Heya, this is my strong, cute, lovely, hot, wild and sexy Alpha, Mutsuki Fuuka. You can call her Fuu-chan.” That is how he introduced me to them. My heart almost withers on the spot.

Small silence engulfs the hall before they erupt in cheer. All of them are either crying in happiness, kneeling down to express thanks to the gods and ancestors, yelling the unruly brat has been tamed, or yelling red bean rice!!! We need red bean rice this instant!!! It’s a celebration!!! A feast!!! The loudest being, wedding!!! we need to prepare the wedding now!!! Take those things we have prepared!!!!

“…” I was so shocked that I didn’t know how to respond.

“Oh, let me see my daughter-in-law.” A woman pulled me away from Satoru and cupped my cheeks, staring at me. “…The more I see, the cuter she is. My son, you hit a jackpot with this one.” His mother squealed.

“I know right.” Satoru accepted the praise proudly. “And she is wild as hell in-“

“Satoru.” I glared at him, warning him not to say anything unnecessary.

“Hohoho. Youngsters need to be energetic.” Her mother laughed. “Well, enough about that.” His mother clapped her hands and the hall quieted down. I suddenly became nervous again.

“First, let me thank you for accepting my unruly, savage, unhinged, spoiled and a little narcissist son.” She bowed.

“Thank you very much!!!” The whole members followed suit.

“No… I mean… please don’t be like this…” I quickly helped his mother up. I was prepared in a more formal setting like Omiai with parents, but this is just… too overwhelming. I look over for Satoru for help, but the said teen is just smirking with an ‘I told you so’ face.

When they said feast, it was truly a feast. The long dining table is filled with every cuisine that ever existed in Japan. The Gojo clan is having a race about who piled up the most food in my bowl. I am happy but I can’t eat them all, so I put ¾ on Satoru’s.

The dinner is lively, the liveliest I have ever seen. It’s not like I hate our small family quiet dinner. This noisiness and liveliness are a very refreshing change indeed. After dinner, I was ushered to their women's communal bath. There, older sisters who I think Satoru’s older cousins or something is helping wash my back and just everything, it’s like I am a VIP or something.

After being soaked inside the big bath, they begin to ask with sparkling eyes, which part of their idiot, unruly, savage, unhinged, narcissistic, young cousin do I like? “Hmm… he is actually very gentle…” I mumbled shyly. Even though I am female Alpha, being in front of a lot of strangers, well soon to be family but still acquaintances for a moment and naked to boot is pretty embarrassing for me.

“Gen…”

“Tle…?”

“That idiot is?”

“Impossible.” They finished together. I almost laugh at how they denied the fact that Satoru could be gentle. But he is truly gentle in handling me, aside from our first meeting in Omiai.

“So, who takes charge in bed?” I choked on my spit this time. The culprit of this question is none other than Satoru’s mother.

“…um…” They smiled with a knowing smile and I remember how he told them he had been claimed instead of claiming. “…me…more often than not…” I mumbled, sinking lower into the bathwater.

*squeeeee* They rush to hug me, gushing about how lucky Satoru is. “…I am lucky too…” I said. “As a female Alpha, it’s hard to search for a person who accepts me completely. Males will claim we are bossy and demanding, not cute enough, not innocent enough, not spoiled enough. Females would hate and envy us because we hog attention wherever we go. I was lucky to be born with a soft face, but my eyes are still too sharp. So, I act like Beta to avoid troublesome things. But Satoru doesn’t mind me being bossy or demanding or possessive. He doesn’t even care about my secondary gender. He just wants a plain old me. I am very grateful for that.” I finished.

“Too good… she is too good…. Just what kind of karma did Satoru accumulate in his past lives that he was blessed with such a cute partner.” They cried a river and then shifted the topic over into marriage. They truly did prepare for everything and only waited for me to pick, I thought that was a joke. Gojo clan is…scary…

So, while they were so invested in the wedding preparation, I slipped out of the bath. “Satoru?” When I came out, Satoru was already waiting outside. “Were you waiting for me?”

“Hm? Yep.” He grinned. Satoru is wearing a navy blue yukata with black obi. His hand naturally finds mine and tugs me along. “You look ravishing.” He threw me a smirk, cackling.

I let out an amused giggle at that. “Where are we going?”

“You still ask? Where do you think I will take you after I said you look ravishing?” He cocked his brow.

“I don’t know? Home?” I feigned ignorance.

“I don’t know you are so kinky that you want me to claim you in front of your parents.”

“I am not, but you are.” I rolled my eyes.

“That’s actually true.” He hummed. “Here we are.” Satoru slid open a shoji door of a room.

“…Your room?” Satoru’s bedroom interior is actually pretty modern. The bed for example, instead of a futon, it’s a loft bed. There are some hanging scroll paintings as decorations.

“Yep. Come in~” I stepped into his sanctuary and his comforting smell invaded my nose. I let out a small whimper because of that. Satoru then opened another shoji door that connected to the back garden. I follow him and take a seat beside him, leaning on his shoulder.

“It’s nice.” I hummed.

“I know,” Satoru murmured while his hand cradled my waist protectively. “I thought you would like it.” He muttered softly.

“I love it. Thank you, Satoru.”

“Mmhm, as long as you are content, love.”

The next morning, the first thing I was asked to do was, sign a legal document. Before, I had only physically and spiritually become Satoru’s mate or future spouse due to the unwritten rule after giving Bond Mate Mark, and now I have legally and lawfully become his future spouse. And this calls for another celebration. ~”~

“So, are you officially engaged now?” Yae smirked.

“Yes.” I nodded slowly.

“That’s good. Sometimes, Suguru, Shoko and I wonder if we should whack Satoru’s head to urge him to label you two or storm to Gojo clan demanding to engage you two. I am glad you resolved this before we considered the second option seriously.”

“…you three…” I sweatdropped.

“How about your sister?”

“Fumi-nee?” I blinked. “Hmmm? She rarely comes home after bailing out from her omiai. She said she found her fated pair or prince or something and opted to spend more time with him.”

“Aren’t you glad your sister bailed out from the omiai then?” Yae teased.

“…um…” I gave a very sight and shy nod. To be honest, that might be the best thing she ever did to me over the course of her life.

“That’s good. I was quite worried that your sister smelled Satoru’s scent and then went crazy.” Yae said. The whole thing about Satoru’s scent making Omegas go into heat was not exaggerating. Because I have seen it first-hand. That’s why I was glad when she told us she was going to stay in the dorm, so she could meet with her boyfriend without any interruption.

Fortunately, we have this handy convenient birth control pill that is mandatory for all people of any secondary gender to be eaten starting from 14 years old, the age when they should have gotten their first heat or rut. They are free to either stop taking it or continue after the age of 18 when they are considered an adult and have finished high school.

“She would be coming home for my engagement ceremony, I guess.”

“I see, I hope she doesn’t ruin everything.”

“I don’t think she would go that far.”

“I hope so too.” Yae shrugged. “So, who takes charge often in bed?” She whispered.

“…I am not going to answer that,” I mumbled.

“We all know it will be you.” Yae rolled her eyes. “Satoru is strangely behaving like Omega in front of you. It’s like you awaken his Omega DNA or something.”

“…shut up…” I pouted. But I feel happy that he acts that vulnerable around me, this just means how much his trust runs deep in me. And yeah, I am also spoiled by him by the way. We take turns, I guess.

“Ah, I won’t be able to go home with you today. We need to buy something today.” I said.

“Oh? Shopping for engagement rings?” Yae quirked her eyebrow, smirking.

“Yeah…” I nodded slowly. “…and wedding rings.”

“Hehehe. You are full of expression since you have met with Satoru.” She laughed.

“Is that a bad thing?” I blinked.

“No, it’s the opposite. It’s good that you can express a lot of emotion right now. Usually, you either had your default dead expression, or irritated face and very rarely laughing.” Yae smiled. “I would have never imagined that you could be shy as well. See, blushing cutely like this.” She poked my cheek.

“Yae~”

“Ah, now you are pouting.” She laughed. “That’s why you have to be happy.” She patted my head. “If that doesn’t happen. I might have to castrate Satoru.” Yae smiled darkly. Actually, the thing about Omega is, that they are very soft-looking and often avoid conflict, but, when Omega gets angry, even Alpha runs away. So, note to self, do not enrage Omega.

“I will relay that to Satoru.” I giggled, thankful that she stuck to me through thick and thin. Due to my secret, I’d rather be alone than get involved with other people. Yae is the only Omega that persistently talks to me no matter how much I ignore her. But right now, we are the bestest friend ever.

I have stopped eating suppressants since being given Bond Mate Mark by Satoru, so there was a little noise about how I am actually an Alpha in my school. But it’s not a big problem at all.

“Fuu.” Satoru’s eyes brightened when he spotted me.

“Sorry for the wait,” I said as Satoru nosed my neck to imprint his scent on me.

“Let’s go.” He whisked me away after satisfied with his scenting. He then takes me to a high-end jewellery, his mother's recommendation.

“Gojo Satoru-sama, I presumed.” The clerk asked with a professional, polite smile.

“Yeah.” Satoru nodded.

“We have received word about you from Gojo Yukina-sama. I will show you the samples of the rings. Of course, we also received a custom order.” She explained.

“Show me the samples first.”

“Most certainly, please wait for a moment.” She then went back to retrieve the samples. Whereas I wander around to see the display. Might help with what design I want for our rings.

“Here they are.” The clerk showed Satoru the rings. But Satoru’s eyes kept wandering back to where his mate was, rather than the rings. Until the soft laugh of the clerk surprises him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh at you.” She recomposed herself. “It’s just the way you look at her is very adorable. It’s a very tender loving and love-struck.”

Satoru blinks and feels a warm sensation creeping up from his neck. He suddenly feels a little hot. His hand goes to his neck and rubs it, hoping for it to quickly cool down.

When I saw Satoru blushing while talking to the pretty clerk, I felt jealousy start to rear its head. So, I go back to where he is and wrap my hand around his mid-torso, resting my chin on his abs and looking up at him with puffed cheeks. My whole body language and eyes are saying, ‘What are you talking about? Let me in too. I want to know.’ I think I even conjured a pair of flattened ears and a wagging tail.

“Hehehe. What a cute couple you are.” The clerk laughed again. “We were just talking about how he looks at you with a very tender loving and love-struck expression.” She giggled.

“…Oh…” I felt my cheeks bloom to pretty pink from embarrassment and buried my face into his torso. I suddenly feel a little silly for being jealous and happy.

I hear a small chuckle and get a pat on my head from Satoru. “I think I have a very good recommendation for our cute Alpha couple.” The clerk smiled. The two of us blink and she shows us a new set of rings. A completely different set in a different box.

“This is our newest prototype. It’s aimed at Alpha couple in mind.” The pair of rings inside the box is a simple platinum band with an intricate design in the middle and is sandwiched by inlaid precious gemstone. And what caught my eye the most was the colour of the polished gemstone. It’s Satoru’s eye colour.

“You want these?” I heard of soft whisper of Satoru.

“They have the same colour as your eyes,” I whispered back, as if afraid to break some kind of magical spell around us. Satoru has this softest look in his eyes while smiling softly.

“We will make a custom order.” Satoru then told the clerk.

“Understood.” She smiled. “What kind of custom order do you want?”

“It’s the same as this one, but, change the upper inlaid precious gemstone into the colour of her eyes and put in a small cut of diamond in the middle,” Satoru said.

“…” The clerk stared at him for a moment and then broke into an absolutely giddy smile. “Oh my, what a perfect idea this is.” She clapped her hands. “Oh, the inspiration is overflowing!” She gushed. “I will make the most perfect ring for your custom order, dear customer. Oh my, it’s been a while since I have been this excited. I will have to get to work quickly.”

“Can you ready them in 2 weeks? That’s when we will have our engagement ceremony.”

“Of course, of course! I will make them ready by then!” she nodded excitedly. “Let’s get your fingers’ measurement ready.”

“Thank you for your purchase, dear customer.” The clerk has had this big grin ever since Satoru told her his idea.

“Satoru.”

“Hm?”

“I don’t need a wedding ring anymore. That engagement ring is enough. I want it as my wedding ring. Besides we already made them in pair.” I said.

“Okay, if that is what you want.” Satoru chuckled pulling me closer.

“And…”

“And?”

“Spoil me more?” I batted my eyelashes as I peered up at him. Satoru blinks and then hunger and fondness spill out from his eyes.

“Let’s go to my room, yeah?” ~”~

As the engagement ceremony draws closer, the busier the Gojo clan is. I heard from Satoru that he was summoned to meet those old fossils when they heard about his engagement, but didn’t press any further since he said the partner is me, from Mutsuki clan. Though there were some dissatisfied complaints because I am not an Omega, but Satoru shut their mouths pretty quickly.

And I, actually also summoned alone to meet those old fossils. They start preaching about what and how to do as a spouse and make sure I give birth to an heir with both inherited techniques with underlying threats.

“…” I looked at them blankly and sighed and then unsheathed Nenekirimaru.

“Are you rebelling? Don’t forget you are just a small weak clan…”

“Yeah, I am just from a small weak clan which inherited technique you coveted.” As I sheathed back Nenekirimaru, the face screens were cut into little pieces. “…The owner of Mystic Eyes.” I looked at them with my activated Mystic Eyes.

“You! Those eyes!”

“I don’t want your filthy paws near my clan or Gojo clan, you hear me.”

“How dare you!”

“Yeah, of course I dare. How could I not dare? You can’t touch me, because I am the owner of Mystic Eyes after 500 years. If I had wanted, I could kill you in your sleep and you wouldn’t even know it. I did this as a warning not to meddle in my and Gojo clan's affairs. Ah, and lastly, I am not a Beta. I am an Alpha.” I flashed them a smile and walked out.

“Fuu.”

“Why are you here?” I blinked at Satoru.

“Checking up on you. You were hot.” He pulled down his sunglasses a bit, smirking. My mouth quirks up at his praise.

“I know.” I giggled. “It feels good. I finally know why you like to trample them. Next time remember to invite me.” I laughed.

“Will do.” ~”~

“Fuu-chan!!!!” Oh, it’s the voice of my sister whom I haven’t seen in a long time…maybe 4 months?

“Welcome back, Fumi-nee.”

“I am back…. No! Not that!” She cried out. “I heard you are getting engaged!”

“Yes.”

“And to that unruly, savaged and unhinged Gojo heir?”

“That’s right.”

“Eh?! But the omiai was cancelled?”

“The cancelled omiai was yours. We met outside Omiai, and just clicked with each other.” I said. Let’s skip the whole our scents are super compatible to each other so much that they triggered our rut cycle.

“Is he okay with you being a Beta? I know big clan jujutsu sorcerers like to have Omega as a spouse.”

“It’s fine. They are all fine with me being not an Omega.” I answered. “So, what about you, Fumi-nee?”

“Hmph! We just broke up.” She huffed. “Because he found out you manifested our clan's inherited technique instead.” She grumbled. “Speaking of it, was that true? You have Mystic Eyes now?”

“…found out I have inherited technique?” I frowned. “Who was your boyfriend?”

“Oh, the heir of Zen’in clan, Zen’in Naoya.” Fumi-nee answered.

“…” No wonder she smelled so disgusting. She was with the misogynist of jujutsu circle. “Fumi-nee, I don’t know what kind of karma you accumulated in your last life. But you just dodged a whole bullet train.”

“Was it really true then? You have Mystic Eyes now?”

“…yeah…” I nodded slightly.

“Oh? How do you feel?”

“Normal,” I answered. It’s better to keep that the technique manifested a long time ago.

“Did Gojo heir truly like you or because of your eyes? Jujutsu sorcerers from the big clan seem to like our eyes a little too much.”

“That I agree. But Satoru is not like that. I trust him.” I said a soft smile hung on my lips.

“…” Fumi-nee blinked. “It’s been a while since I ever seen you smile.”

“…I guess that’s true.”

“You like him that much?”

“Yeah…”

“Oh… “

“By the way, Fumi-nee…. You and that misogynist bas, ahem, Zen’in didn’t do anything, right?”

“No. There was only that one time I almost went into heat. I ate a suppressant and the pill too. The most we did was just cuddling and scenting each other.

“…” I can’t say their dates are actually more wholesome than ours. Satoru and I scented each other even before dating and already cuddling. After dating… did we even date? We skipped the whole phase of dating and went straight to giving Bond Mate Mark to each other and then getting engaged.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Fumi-nee frowned. “I only gave my chastity on wedding night or after being given permission by Father and Mother to give them my Bond Mate Mark.”

“…No… Nothing…” I am sorry that I always think of you as having only water and flowers in your brain. Fumi-nee is actually more responsible than she looks. She stood on her ground not giving her chastity to a misogynist man. Whereas I… had given my own Bond Mate Mark to Satoru in my yearly rut cycle.

“Fumi-nee. I am just glad that you ditched that misogynist, truly. You're better off with someone outside the jujutsu world. Nobody is sane here.”

“Well yeah. You still chose that unruly, savage and unhinged Gojo heir though.”

“Yeah, and a narcissist too.”

“You still like him anyway.”

“Yep. I love him.”

“…Is he really that good?”

“Only to his own kins or people he considered his own kins.”

“I see… Well, I am going to meet him sooner or later anyway.” Fumi-nee shrugged her shoulders. ~”~

It’s finally the day of our engagement ceremony. Today, I dress in a beautiful furisode sent by Satoru. I heard from Yukina-san, his mother, Satoru was the one who chose the colour. It was supposed to be a secret, she said. So I agreed to pretend to get surprised later if he sprung up the conversation.

The current head of Gojo clan, Gojo Kunimitsu, his wife, Gojo Yukina and the heir of Gojo clan, Gojo Satoru received us at the front gate. To be honest, even if it’s said to be an engagement ceremony, it’s actually just two families gathered, exchanging gifts and talking about wedding preparation. Satoru’s eyes light up upon seeing me and I returned with a small smile. They then lead us to a drawing room, where they will speak comfortably.

Satoru being Satoru, whisked me away by hoisting me under his arm, saying, “I will let you old people talk about the wedding preparation while I spend time with my cute lovely fiancée.” ~”~

Beautiful, that was Mutsuki Fumiko's impression of Gojo Satoru. Was he truly unruly, savage and unhinged like the rumour said? He sure doesn’t look like that. And his scent is absolutely amazing, maybe even better than her ex-boyfriend, Zen’in Naoya. And to think just a faint smell of his almost made her dizzy. She was glad that she ate suppressant or else she would go into heat. How embarrassing was that, getting into heat because of her little sister’s fiancé’s scent?

But her mind begins to turn. What if she didn’t bail out on that day Omiai? Would she be the one to stand by his side? Receiving that look instead of her sister? She saw how his eyes lit up upon seeing her sister. That look, that look is what she has been craving along since she was a small child. She yearns for an Alpha to look at her like that, to yearn at her with their whole being.

Of course wouldn’t destroy her little sister’s happiness. She was raised better than that. Even though she did demand a lot of her sister's things in the past, but it was never a person or something she knew her sister treasured the most, like a small kitten plushie her sister got on her birthday. That was the first time her sister refused to give her what she wanted. No matter how much she cried and wailed, her sister didn’t give it up. She knew then that the plushie was very important to her.

It’s just a small part of her mind wondering about what if. But deep down, she knew her little sister’s fiancée wouldn’t ever look at her like that, with yearning. She knew even if she didn’t bail out of her omiai, it would still be cancelled by Gojo heir anyway. If there’s one thing that she trusts the most in her life, it’s her gut instinct. It never failed her. It’s also her gut instinct that told her not to give everything to that misogynist Zen’in Naoya no matter how much he made an advance to her.

She knew Zen’in Naoya approached her with an ulterior motive. She knew it after hearing his name was Zen’in. But just once, just once she wanted to feel what is it to be desired. Even if he only desired her blood. To make an heir with her clan's inherited technique. So, she went along with his courting. But she set her own boundaries. She had hoped that Zen’in would come to like her because she was her, not as Mutsuki clan’s daughter.

As a result, she lost the bet. But at the same time, she found her resolve, not to get involved with sorcerers’ clans anymore. it might be a better choice for her to marry someone normal, living a normal life like normal people, away from this jujutsu world.

“You must be happy, little sister…” ~”~

Where does Satoru bring me to? His room of course. He sits me on his loft bed and begins to scent me. “I miss you.” He mumbled, having me in a back hug and peppering kisses on my neck, where my mark should be.

“I miss you too.” I smiled and tilted my head. Satoru swoops down for a kiss, a deep dizzying and electrifying kiss. We pull away from each other when need the exhausted oxygen. Satoru’s hand is ready to pull down my obi before our phones ring at the same time. The spell was broken and we looked at our phones, blushing slightly.

“Hello, Yae.”

“Fuu, is it a bad time now?”

“No, Satoru spirited me away, so we are just chilling now.”

“Oh… I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.” She giggled.

“You are not.” I shook my head.

“Hmmm… if you are sure. I was so sure you were breathless a few seconds ago.” I could smell her smirking miles away. I feel Satoru pulls me closer with his hand which is on my obi, letting out a small audible cackle.

“So, umm… what are you doing now?” Need to change the topic before it goes into dangerous territory.

“Oh, I want to consult you about something.”

“Consult?”

“Yes, Suguru is acting weird lately,” Yae said.

“…Hee…” The tone of my voice changed. “What kind of weird?”

“Hmm… he was always absent-minded when spending time together with me and seems to be thinking a lot and reading a lot of magazines.”

“What kind of magazines?”

“Fashion magazines for women.”

“…Might he be going to buy something for you?”

“Was I overreacting? I do get worried about him being absent-minded and not being able to help him really pains me.” Yae mumbled.

“I will ask Satoru to probe,” I told her and I looked at my fiancé who had been typing with high speed from…the moment his phone rang with notification.

“Satoru…” My eyes are trained on his fingers. ‘Is this why his fingers are so skilful?’ My mind flashes to not-so-innocent things that had been done by those fingers.

“What, love? Wait a moment for me, okay, love. Suguru is texting me.”

“What is Suguru talking about? Yae was worried about him for always being absent-minded.”

“…It’s that…”

“That?” I tilted my head. Satoru pauses for a moment, turns to me and whispers something to me. “Proposing.”

My eyes widen and my mouth makes an ‘o’ shape before a smile breaks into my lips. “Yae, looks like you don’t have to be worried after all.” I giggled at my best friend.

“Really…?”

“Yeah, I can’t tell you right now, but it’s not to be worried about.” I nodded.

“He is not sick or stressed about something right?”

“He is not. He might be stressed about something, but it’s not related to any jujutsu matter. I think he already got a counsellor. He should be fine.” I assured her.

“Oh, okay…” I could tell Yae was still worried though.

“I will update you if I find out more.”

“Okay, thanks, Fuu. Sorry to spring up to you today. It’s your engagement ceremony day too.”

“No worries. I am glad I can help you.” I smiled.

“Then, I am going to hang up now.” Yae smiled.

“Yes, see you later.” We then hung up.

“What about this Suguru proposing?” I looked at Satoru.

“He asked for advice about where to buy the ring, so I told him the store we visited. Seems like had already decided what kind of rings he should buy. Yae-chan will be in for a surprise later.” Satoru cackled.

“Do you know when he was going to do it?”

“He is planning it. That’s why he was running here and there to search for a perfect place to propose.”

“Hmm… but tell him not to make Yae worried so much or I might have to castrate him or something.”

“Will do, love.” Satoru flashed me a grin. “Speaking of rings.” He stood up, went to the nightstand, rummaged through the drawer and took out a small velvet box.

“Oh…” My eyes sparkled. “They are done.”

“Yeah, let me put it on for you.” Satoru smiled and knelt down on one knee. “Will you marry me, love?”

“Yeah, I would love to.” I beamed at him. Satoru then slides the ring on me. It was beautiful, the two inlaid polished precious gemstones in the colour of our eyes made a circle above and underneath the middle intricate design which is imbued by a small cut of diamond. Satoru then lifts my hand and kisses the ring then the middle joint of my finger and then the tip of my finger before putting it on his cheek.

“Let me put it on your finger.” Satoru gave me the other ring and I slid it in his left ring finger. I also do what he did to me, kissing the ring, the middle joint of his finger, and his fingertips and then intertwining his hand with mine. “Let’s be happy together, Satoru.”

“Yeah, we will, love. We most definitely will.”

“I might need to redo the proposal after all.” Satoru suddenly said again.

“Why?”

“Well, I want to do a grand proposal for you.” He whined.

“This is fine.” I laughed. “You can save the idea for the anniversary.”

“Okay.” He nodded and his expression changed again, “Should we continue?”

“No.” And there it is, the shock on his face.

“Fuu~~~”

“Our parents might call us later.” I rolled my eyes.

“Who cares about them.” He pouted.

“But I don’t want interruption. And it’s a hassle to put on furisode again.”

“You look perfect in that.” Satoru cupped my cheek.

“Thank you for choosing this for me.” I nuzzled into his big palm. “I love the colour.”

“My mother told you…”

“…oops.”

“Well, I just know you will look perfect dyed in my colour and scent.” He grinned that boyish rakish grin. Satoru then pulled us down to lay on his bed, just basking in each other presence, enjoying the warmth, the lull and the scent we offered to each other. ~”~

Omake

After being officially engaged with Satoru, this is my first time attending the gathering of big clans. Well, I was required to attend now because I am Gojo heir’s fiancé. On our way to the meeting room, well well, what do we have now? The resident misogynist, Zen’in Naoya.

“Well well, what do we have now? Satoru-kun and his little fiancé from Mutsuki clan.” He sneered.

“Well well, what do we have now? If it isn’t the resident misogynist. You smell bad, you wash up properly?” I scrunched my nose in disgust, putting a finger under my nose to block it. Satoru is cracking up at my attitude.

“You should really control your little Omega, Satoru-kun. Before I put her in her place.” He glared.

“Oh? Your nose must be blocked or something?” My cursed energy flared up and so was my scent.

“Alpha bitch.” Zen’in Naoya spat out.

“Yeah, and this Alpha bitch can wipe the floor together with your Alpha ass.” I swiped a small blade under my kimono sleeve and made a small cut motion, cutting his bang in a much more stylish unsymmetrical fashion. “Can’t even dodge now, Zen’in-kun.” I used the same mocking tone he used to call Satoru.

“You!” Zen’in Naoya shot his hand up.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Naoya-kun.” His hand was stopped by infinity. “I was already unhappy that you called my cute lovely fiancé a bitch and now you even want to get physical. That absolutely can’t do. How about as the heir of three big clans we do this outside.” Satoru’s eyes shone brighter than ever, a small low primal growl escaped his throat.

“Tsk.” Zen’in Naoya then walked past us, in of course pissed off manner.

“Satoru,” I called.

“Hm?” Satoru’s smile is back.

“I love it when you do that.” I smiled.

“Do what?”

“That low primal growl you did. I love listening to it, you should do that often.” I giggled.

“…” Satoru looked at me with dilated pupils and pulled me by my hip. “…Consider your request is done, love.” He whispered in my ear while making that very same growl.

Omake 2

Spending time with Satoru in Jujutsu High means, I will meet his kouhais sooner or later.

“This is Nanami Kento-kun and Haibara Yu-kun.” Satoru grinned as he introduced them to me.

“Pleased to meet you, I am Mutsuki Fuuka.” I bowed.

“Ni-nice to meet you,” Haibara-kun replied nervously.

“Nice to meet you.” Nanami-kun returned my bow and, “Can I go now?” He looked at Satoru with a dead expression that spelt I don’t want to get involved with this person. My lips curl up at that.

“No no no no. Don’t be like that, Nanamin.” Satoru grinned. “Aren’t you training with cursed tools? Want to have a spar with my cute Alpha?”

“…Eh?” Haibara-kun blanked. “You are an Alpha?! I am sorry, I thought you were an Omega.” Haibara-kun bowed repeatedly.

“Ah, it’s fine. I got that a lot. There’s no need for you to apologize so much. It doesn’t bother me, really.” I calmed him down.

“To be honest, I thought you were more to a Beta.” Nanami-kun commented.

“Well, my cute Alpha here, looks like an Omega acts like a Beta but is actually an Alpha. Isn’t she adorable? And she even cursed me with a straw doll.” Satoru, somehow was so proud of the fact that I cursed him with straw doll.

“Oh, she is the legendary Omiai partner.” Haibara-kun blinked in realization.

“Satoru… how many people have you told about this?” I looked at him with a deadpan.

“I forgot?”

“He told every people had met,” Nanami-kun answered that for me.

“No cuddling for you.” I huffed. Satoru stops laughing in an instant, looks at me with disbelief and then despair and then wails a loud ‘No~~~~~~’

“If the introduction is over. I would like to take my leave.” Nanami-kun sighed.

“Eh? You didn’t want to spar with Mutsuki-san?”

“I think she is now too busy to do that.” Nanami-kun pointed out.

Yeah, with Satoru clinging to me like I was his lifeline, I am a bit too busy. “Be a good boy, Satoru.”

“No.” He huffed. “Not until you say you will let me cuddle however I like.”

“…” I exhaled a soft sigh and then whispered into his ear. “I will spoil you later.” And he freezes up, blinks rapidly and then his lips break into the widest grin ever. If there’s one thing that this unhinged, savage Satoru likes, it is to be spoiled by his mate, his Alpha. Though he doesn’t mind the other around. There’s just something about him being dominated by his Alpha mate that makes him feel complete or something like that.

“Okay.”

“…She knows how to handle Gojo-san,” Haibara-kun said in awe.

“Well, she is not his mate for nothing.” Nanami-kun sighed.

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