Thread by @kawaiiyuuji

Fushiita

One fine morning, Fushiguro Megumi woke up with the feeling of pre-rut weighing him like a heavy blanket. It’s an unpleasant feeling where everything that touches his skin irritates him and the slightest scent is amplified tenfolds. His mind feels dull and sharp at+

the same time, but the one controlling his thoughts and movements is his alpha instincts. And it’s pissed with everything and anything right now.

With contempt, he took off his sleep shirt, the material too hot and stifling at the moment. He keeps his pants on, even though+

chucking it off and burning it will be so satisfying. But no, even his instincts know that wandering around pantless is a very stupid idea.

It is in that state that he makes his way down to the kitchen. The dorm mother is gone for the weekend, off for a three-day holiday with+

her family. He is still greeted by a hustle and bustle of pans and cookery banging against stoves and countertops. Several people are in there, chatting and laughing amicably.

Megumi would like to escape the noisy chaos, but his stomach is rumbling. That, and isolation is not+

a good idea for pre-rut. The alpha in him needs to be reminded that it has a pack to protect and care for so it’ll know to barricade itself later when the full rut comes. Especially since he’s the sole alpha in his age group, which means taking Itadori and Kugisaki under his+

wings.

Which reminds him, he’s going to need to scent them.
With a new resolution in hand, Megumi pushed open the door to the kitchen. His nose is immediately assaulted, though thankfully by the delicious smell of Itadori’s cooking. Smells like... fried bacon and sausages+

and eggs... and vegetable soup. Cauliflower and carrots and peas floating in a sea of seasoned chicken stock. Oh, is that his favorite Itadori’s special meatball?

Megumi gulped down his saliva before he can drool all over the floor.

“Well, look who’s here,” Zen’in senpai+

drawled from one end of the long dining table. “The Six Pack Wonder.”

He couldn’t help but bare his fangs a little at that. It’s been a running joke for Zen’in senpai since he presented a year ago. Delinquent Fushiguro Megumi was a scrawny middle schooler until he presented.

Afterward, he’d started to grow into his alpha stature. It’s only in his second year, though, where he finally got his much-needed growth spurt, plus defined abs and arms and all. In the first year, he’s only an inch taller than Itadori. Now, he’s only a little bit shorter than+

Gojo sensei.

Zen’in senpai knows he’s secretly very pleased with this. So, in the true annoying older sister form, uses the opportunity to tease him on this very subject as often as she could.

Heh. Call him misogynistic, but having an omega who is more packing than him is+

kind of a hit to his pride. Knowing that he’s bigger than Itadori certainly feels good.

Anyway, back to the matter at hand, Zen’in senpai grinned in response to his mild challenge. The alpha female can take him no problem and she knows it. That, and it’s obvious that he’s+

in pre-rut, so gets a pass. For once.

With a scowl in place (no, it’s not a pout), Megumi makes his way to where Itadori and Kugisaki are standing, the former filling a bowl of rice and the latter waiting with an empty tray in hand.

“Fushiguro, come and have breakfast!” Itadori

greeted cheerfully as he hands Kugisaki her bowl of rice. The beta girl greets him with a shrug but still lets Megumi rub his cheek on her head to scent her before she leaves them to sit by Zen’in senpai.

“I didn’t know you’re cooking today,” Megumi commented. If he’d known,+

he’d have helped. Spending time in the kitchen with Itadori is a very pleasant feeling. Calm, relaxed, but still fun and engaging.

“I didn’t plan to,” the omega answered. “But when I got here, Inumaki senpai was about to eat konbini onigiri again, so then I just... Cooked+

for everyone, I guess?”

Megumi is listening to Itadori’s morning adventure with only half his attention. The other half is wondering over the sweet, ripe peach smell wafting around. Where is that scent coming from? There must be a lot of them since the fragrance is so strong.+

Smells so good.

So good, he wants to dip his nose into the pile and 𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦-

“Umm,” a stutter brought Megumi's consciousness back from la-la land. “Uhh, Fushiguro... What are you doing?”

Hmm?

Oh.

His daydreaming was quite intense, apparently. Before Megumi noticed,+

he’s apparently moved from his spot to pinning Itadori to the countertops, his chest flushed to the omega’s back. And not only that, his nose is now buried in Itadori’s neck, exposed by the ratty t-shirt he’s wearing. Where the scent of sweet peaches is coming from.

Ah, no wonder.

Itadori’s been quite diligent at wearing scent patches since he presented, Megumi almost forgets what he’s supposed to smell like.

“Scenting you,” Megumi answers Itadori’s question. He refuses to ply himself off of the omega, who is pliant and warm in his arms.+

He took his hands that were holding on to the counter to wound them around Itadori’s waist instead, pulling the pink-haired boy impossibly closer.

His alpha purrs in contentment. The omega pheromones interacting with his is toning down his rut symptoms. The fabric of+

Itadori’s shirt doesn’t feel scratchy like his own shirt did earlier, and smells other than Itadori’s own have become muted. Normal. Moreover, his grouchy alpha is now less likely to challenge or duel anyone it deems irritating.

Mmmm, he doesn’t know why Itadori had forgone+

the scent patch this morning, but he sends a quick thanks to all the gods in existence for the happy occasion.

“Hey, aren’t- aren’t you finished, though?”

“Why?” Megumi asked back, mumbling lazily against the skin of Itadori’s nape. “You don’t like it?”

“Eh? No, I like it!”

Megumi grins unabashedly at that confession, though Itadori looks like his face just got caught on fire.

“I mean I don’t mind it!” Itadori tries to amend his choice of words. “It’s just- Isn’t it normally a lot quicker?”

Megumi finally lifts his head to look+

at Itadori properly. The omega is refusing to look at Megumi in the eyes, though.

“It’s my pre-rut acting up,” he answers honestly. “and you smell so good. But if you don’t like it, tell me and I’ll stop.”

Itadori still won’t look at him, preferring to look at the rice cooker+

instead. But one of his hands went to softly clutch at Megumi’s arms around his waist.

“I said I like it, didn’t I,” Itadori mumbled softly. Shyly.

Fuck. If Itadori is willing to help Megumi with his rut later-

“Oi, are you lovebirds done defiling the place where we eat?+

Because, you know, people want to eat? And not have anything contaminating our food?” Kugisaki drawled suddenly from behind them.

Megumi groaned internally.

“No, we’re not done,” he shot back mulishly.

Kugisaki’s not impressed.

“You two are blocking the rice cooker 𝘢𝘯𝘥+

the sink. SCRAM!”

The alpha then got banished from the island and relocated to the dining table, where he sulks in solitude until Itadori brings him a large tray overloaded with food. Two bowls of rice, two bowls of soup, and a plate stacked with fried stuff. They then sit+

side by side, chatting amicably between bites. The moment from before was put aside for a while.

It feels really nice to be sitting amongst his pack, but he can feel the trickling of pre-rut symptoms kicking in bit by bit. Sensitive skin is the first to come back, his pants+

gradually feel scratchy, though ignoring it is not hard. The sense of smell is a bit harder to dismiss. The stink of trash in the bin is not the only issue, but also the strong smell of disinfectant, and the overpowering fragrance from dish soap assaulting his nose like spears.

Worst of all is his hearing. Everything is amplified. The clanking of utensils against dishes, the thuds, and clangs of pots and bowls against tables. The clattering of plates in the sink…

It’s too loud.

His head is pounding.

Megumi was about to get up and retreat to+

his room when a hand suddenly grabbed his. He looked up in surprise to see Itadori’s blushing face looking back at him. He’s obviously still embarrassed but determined.

What is he doing?

Itadori answered his unspoken question by sliding up to him so they’re sitting pressed+

against each other. The omega then ducked under Megumi’s arm so Megumi is hugging him sideways, and snuggled up to Megumi’s neck.

The effect was immediate. Megumi closed his eyes as omega pheromones washed over him, dulling the throbbing in his head. He couldn’t help but+

lean down and nuzzle back against Itadori. The omega just smelled too good. Felt too good. So comfortable. So perfect…

Itadori let out a giggle when Megumi gave a playful nip on his neck. Fuck, what a nice sound.

Their cuddling session didn’t last long in the kitchen, though.

It was uncomfortable, sitting on a bench. So they moved to the living room area where Inumaki senpai had set up a movie to watch. Itadori seemed delighted, though Megumi couldn’t care less with what was being played as he’s too focused on the squirming omega in his lap, happily+

whispering spoilers.

Their hands wandered unsubtly over each other’s bodies. Itadori’s fingers glide over his neck and shoulders, gripping Megumi’s bicep when he struggled not to let out a sound at the alpha’s touches. At the hands gripping and massaging his thighs…

his hips… his ass…

If he’s in a better mindset, Megumi would’ve been mortified at being so bold in front of so many people, but the rest of his pack thankfully knew to keep their eyes to themselves. He’s merciful enough, though, to gather Itadori and march up to his room+

when the movie was finished. He’d spare them the actual steamy rut stuff.

... that was way longer than expected...

Should I just delete it and move it to ao3?