A/B/O Fushiita
Itadori Yuuji’s secondary gender was a surprise to Megumi. When they first met, the pink-haired boy had apparently put on scent blockers, so he thought Itadori was a beta. After witnessing his brute strength and agility, Megumi concluded that Itadori was an alpha.
Itadori Yuuji’s secondary gender was a surprise to Megumi. When they first met, the pink-haired boy had apparently put on scent blockers, so he thought Itadori was a beta. After witnessing his brute strength and agility, Megumi concluded that Itadori was an alpha.
Especially with his well-defined abs and toned body. He did not expect to be told, after Itadori moved into the room next to Megumi’s, that the shorted boy was, in fact, an omega.
The bomb was dropped when Itadori offered to make them dinner after Gojo sensei left to do
The bomb was dropped when Itadori offered to make them dinner after Gojo sensei left to do
whatever it was he needed to do.
“You can cook!?”
Itadori raised an eyebrow at the surprise on Megumi’s face. Well, sue him. There weren’t many alphas that would deign to do “omega’s work” in a traditional community like theirs. A lot of alphas couldn’t even be bothered
“You can cook!?”
Itadori raised an eyebrow at the surprise on Megumi’s face. Well, sue him. There weren’t many alphas that would deign to do “omega’s work” in a traditional community like theirs. A lot of alphas couldn’t even be bothered
to make their own beds, never mind 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨.
“Of course I can,” Itadori said slowly as if he was doubting Megumi’s intelligence. The nerve! “My Home Economics teacher would flip at having an omega who can’t cook in his class.”
Itadori then went into a tangent, telling
“Of course I can,” Itadori said slowly as if he was doubting Megumi’s intelligence. The nerve! “My Home Economics teacher would flip at having an omega who can’t cook in his class.”
Itadori then went into a tangent, telling
Megumi about how he didn’t like cooking at first, because why was he forced to do something just because he’s an omega? But the class was surprisingly fun and he learned to make a lot of things! And he didn’t have to sustain himself with instant or konbini food anymore, which
was great! Oh, they’re really delicious too, Fushiguro, do you want to taste some of the cakes I’ve baked-
And so on, and so forth.
While Megumi was silently panicking inside.
Itadori… Itadori Yuuji was an omega… Itadori Yuuji was an omega and Fushiguro Megumi had seen him
And so on, and so forth.
While Megumi was silently panicking inside.
Itadori… Itadori Yuuji was an omega… Itadori Yuuji was an omega and Fushiguro Megumi had seen him
shirtless. Without a shirt. 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘛 𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘛𝘖𝘗 𝘖𝘕. Visible skin and everything!
And…
𝘖𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘥, Megumi slammed his head on the countertop. 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘣𝘴!
By god, they were very nice too, now that he thought about it. NO, 𝘋𝘖𝘕’𝘛 THINK
And…
𝘖𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘥, Megumi slammed his head on the countertop. 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘣𝘴!
By god, they were very nice too, now that he thought about it. NO, 𝘋𝘖𝘕’𝘛 THINK
ABOUT IT!
Megumi never thought that his first look at an omega’s body would be like this. He always thought it’d be on his wedding night, with his wife and in their bedroom as they-
“Fushiguro, are you okay?”
Itadori was looking at Megumi from his place in front of
Megumi never thought that his first look at an omega’s body would be like this. He always thought it’d be on his wedding night, with his wife and in their bedroom as they-
“Fushiguro, are you okay?”
Itadori was looking at Megumi from his place in front of
a steaming pot with worry and concern written on his face. Megumi’s forehead may be hurting from the impromptu make-out session with a granite surface, but he’s undeserving of such sympathy from the omega whose boobs he’d ogled several nights prior.
And still haven’t apologized to.
However, before he could open his mouth to say something, Itadori was 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. Standing in front of him and rubbing Megumi’s forehead with his surprisingly soft hands.
𝘐𝘵𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴, Megumi thought
However, before he could open his mouth to say something, Itadori was 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. Standing in front of him and rubbing Megumi’s forehead with his surprisingly soft hands.
𝘐𝘵𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴, Megumi thought
to himself, almost numbly. Because the sweet scent emitting from the glands in Itadori’s wrist was…
𝘗𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴…
“Hmm? You want peaches? I think I saw a few earlier. I’ll cut up some! Oh, can you please move the nabe to the dining table?”
𝘗𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴…
“Hmm? You want peaches? I think I saw a few earlier. I’ll cut up some! Oh, can you please move the nabe to the dining table?”
Fushiguro Megumi, The Idiot Who Can’t Keep His Mouth Shut, obeyed with a grunt. He’d do anything to make sure Itadori didn’t notice he’d been sniffing around the omega like a gross knotheaded alpha. He’d also do anything to make sure Itadori keep on not noticing or
not remembering letting Sukuna expose him to two full-grown alphas a few days ago.
𝘖𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵.
Megumi banged his head on another flat surface, this time the dining table. Fortunately, away from the searing hot pot.
𝘖𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵.
Megumi banged his head on another flat surface, this time the dining table. Fortunately, away from the searing hot pot.
𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘰.
There’s a rumbling growl yearning to be released in his chest, but Megumi gritted his teeth so it won’t escape. His alpha was angry. Angry and jealous and seething with possessive intent which Megumi desperately
There’s a rumbling growl yearning to be released in his chest, but Megumi gritted his teeth so it won’t escape. His alpha was angry. Angry and jealous and seething with possessive intent which Megumi desperately
tried to suppress. The hell he was growling for? Itadori wasn’t his!
“Fu-Fushiguro?”
𝘖𝘩 𝘯𝘰-
Oh no indeed. Itadori had carried over a tray filled with a teapot and two cups. He looked like he was about to put the thing on the table, but stopped halfway through to stare
“Fu-Fushiguro?”
𝘖𝘩 𝘯𝘰-
Oh no indeed. Itadori had carried over a tray filled with a teapot and two cups. He looked like he was about to put the thing on the table, but stopped halfway through to stare
incredulously at Megumi instead. The look on Itadori’s face was actually quite comical if Megumi wasn’t so embarrassed by the situation.
In a last-ditch attempt to save at least some face, Megumi said, "I... have a headache?"
Itadori stared. "Uh-huh..."
In a last-ditch attempt to save at least some face, Megumi said, "I... have a headache?"
Itadori stared. "Uh-huh..."
to be continued 😅
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